I seem to be transparent,
as no glances ever come my way...
Tears falling down my cheek,
as I weep silently in despair...
So silent,
not a sound...
Today I'm happy, but now that I think about it....
What will I be tomorrow...
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Why is it that everytime I get close to the one I love I get nervous and run away??? |
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A broken heart, |
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The definition of "terrorism" is based purely on whether an act of violence is committed by a group of rich people or a group of poor people. |