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Alone

All alone, and no longer happy.
You seem high,
Yet I seem low.

Your floating on top,
And push me under.

Your smiling bright,
While my tears fall.

You have fun,
While I'm all alone.

You push me away,
So I can pull you in.

You refuse my arms though.

How could I have ever loved you when you make me feel so bad?
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Published: 1/24/2011
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