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by Kristi White   Mar 1, 2006


Sure she goes on day after day...
she thinks of him.
But she lets it go.
She can't hold on.
Whats there to hold?
Eventually she will stop.
She'll forget to remember him.
Nothing will be left of him.
And nothing will be left of her.
Sure, she might crack a smile
on her face of stone.
Sometimes her eyes may start to glow
and you may see a flash...
just a glimpse
of the girl she used to be.
She's nothing now.
She's empty now.
They say she's worthless...
and she agrees.

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