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Free From Me

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inahole

Published: Jul 13, 2006

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No I shall not see you every night
Me being so clingy just isn’t right
There is no time for us to share
I can’t guilt you so that you care

I won’t drag you down with me
Releasing my grip so you can be free
Free to enjoy life your own way
I can’t let my pain lead you astray

I can’t be the darkness that makes you blind
I can’t distract you from what you wish to find
I won’t ever let myself rue the day
When I’ve said something I shouldn’t say

I can’t ever bring myself to be
The person who will hurt thee
So I should stay away for good
So my feelings aren’t misunderstood

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01demai

Jan 21, 2007

I've already faved this and commented but after recent happenings to me, this poem has become more true to me than ever xxx

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