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Captured with in, never no end to
the words that play over and over
in my head.
Wondering had I said those words
to you, would you have still hurt
me like you did?
I can not believe that everyone
knew the truth but me, till now
and was I ever blown away!
Now I have more words playing over
and over in my head and wanting if
you still want me.
Practicing what I should say to you
for when we do come face to face for
I have so many things that I want to
say, I have so many things that
I want to say as they play over and
over in my head. 
Posted: 2005-10-02 03:36:58 UTC

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