How odd.

by Tiffany   Mar 6, 2005


A river of tears are drawn from my eyes.I guess I'm the weak one, the weak one who cries.

You left in a blur not a shift nor stir was there in your place , I wonder is there anyone else that deals with this case?

Tears to fill a sink,and to fill the missing links. without you there is space only you could fill the place.

You were there from the start, but left with my heart.

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