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Six years, remember?
For six years, we were 'us'.
But now there's you
And I am.
You've been speaking ill of me,
I've heard,
but I can't be angry with you.
You had a reason,
I'm sure,
it's just that I don't know,
what it is.
You just sat on the other table,
and it was over.
- by Raccoonwolf |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/22/2009 |
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