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These mere burning sensations cause me to want to cry.  

This feeling in the pit of my stomach, I cannot deny.

For what I told myself, it will not happen again.

I promise myself, I do not need that kind of friend.



These streaming tears, they fall fast.

As the present collide with the past.

For I promise myself, this would not happen to me.

The future is dim form what I can see.



This unbearable feeling is eating me inside out.

I thought I had known what it was all about.

I can’t shake this feeling, no it won’t leave.

It’s happening again, all this I don’t need to believe.