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Traces of me Traces of our memory Traces of our past history Traces of our friendship Traces of our love Traces of my blood from my knife Traces of my life You make me mad You make me sad You once made me glad but this has gone bad I'm free from your worries Free
from your watery flurries Free from the pain you cause Free from your emotional saws Free from you and all thats left ....Is traces.... I wrote this yesterday. I read a message that a friend left for me & I got really mad! So I was just like FINE ME MEAN TO ME! I HAVE OTHER FRIENDS BESIDES YOU! I know it sounds mean but what she said was just harsh. I just said that I needed some down time & that she annoyed me a little....so I said I wanted some space & she made a big deal out of it! |
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