Seperations

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Seperations


My heart is torn in so many directions

My soul is torn with so many seperations

I can't breathe when I think of you the pain is too deep

I can't sleep when I think of you

Because that's where we use to sleep

Together on the same bed

My heart beats pain my soul is dead


A.D. Small

June 22, 2010

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