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Things kept in the dark
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Lost battle
The pangs of jealousy sink in deep
And again, I can't accept our dispositions
I don't want to be with you,
But I can't stand you being with someone else
Again, the hands of time turn
Again, I am left by myself
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