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The Problem With Moving
written by Emo_Death_Wish11:25 PM 4/9/04
I miss your voices
I want to make my own choices
Parting us as friends
Our hearts will never mend
She feels guilty she feels sad
She wants nothing, but no more bad
A young son grows without knowing me
I hide, I run, I flee
Clawing at the night
Finding my way back to you
Open heart so warm and bright
Negative passion thoughts spew
Corinne Guilday
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