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Desolate Playground
I have the strange habit of telling the truth.
Friday, May 29, 2009
The fact that you're not here
The fact that you're not here,
is all the evidence I need
-that you don't care.
You keep telling me how much you like me
but I'm not sure now.
You're not here, not because you don't want to love me.
but because you can't love me.
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