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Monday, December 11, 2006

But I Don't

I want to talk to you
But I don't
I want to be near you
But I don't
I want you to cry for me
But I don't
I want us to be close again
But I don't
I want you to see my pain
But I don't
I want you to hurt like me
But I don't
I want to let it all out
But I don't
I want me to make sense
But I don't

Posted by Trista Kaylen Tancredo at 10:57 PM

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