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no use to hide behind my colored glasses
no use to hide in crowded streets
no use to hide in new relationships
no use to hide in someone elses' arms
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i've missed you...
but,
not the way i used to...
It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
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