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A Cry In The Dark
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November 2003 Poetry As the sun goes down,
I lay my head upon this pillow,
and weep.
With each tear I cry,
a piece of my heart,
goes with it.
It's better to cry away the pain,
and never feel anything again,
than to live in misery,
and think of you.
~*~ Jill ~*~
