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Cried myself a river and floated down its stream. Looked at the tears and saw memories from its gleam. Here is one where I held you in my arms and you said you never want me to let go. There is another except you are in another guys arms. Why was that a memory I have to know? In the past it brings me to pain. My mind has flooded. Filled with acid rain. Lost within my love it leaves me with no where to turn. You are what makes my heart ache. I am dieing from the burn. Soon enough I'll suffer from it all. Near is the end. Down the faded waterfall.