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When he stands there and cant breathe, I'm the one to comfort him. But he pushes me away and wont face me, and now its me that cant breathe. I reach out to him, but hes not there, I'm left reaching out to nothing but air. And all I want is for him to hold me, comfort me. But thats too much for him. I feel as though my soul is slowly bleeding from the pain, as I lay here in this hell and theres no escape from the pain. I was always there for him, but where is he now I need him?

Submitted: October 03, 2006

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When he stands there and cant breathe, I'm the one to comfort him. But he pushes me away and wont face me, and now its me that cant breathe. I reach out to him, but hes not there, I'm left reaching out to nothing but air. And all I want is for him to hold me, comfort me. But thats too much for him. I feel as though my soul is slowly bleeding from the pain, as I lay here in this hell and theres no escape from the pain. I was always there for him, but where is he now I need him?


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