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Sometimes where ever you go and what ever you do, there's always that feeling that seems to control what you do. No matter how hard you try and escape it, it'll always be there. Regrets seem to follow through.


Submitted:Oct 10, 2007    Reads: 114    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Where ever I go, I see your face,
But I never feel emotion,
Where ever I cut, I feel numb,
Because I think of you,
Where ever I hide, its still in the open,
And I know that you don't hurt,
Where ever my mind is, I know it isn't here,
But neither are you,
Where ever I bleed, it bleeds without pain,
Because it's not enough,
Where ever I die, I know it won't be next to you,
And all the pain of all the regrets will follow me through,
because of what I never said to you




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