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The rain pours down on the roof top.
My heart slowly begins to stop.
Breathing decreases as fast as my memory.
And everything has a little bit of censory.
Nothing seems worth it anymore.
But yet I still cry on my bedroom floor.
I think I still might love you.
And I cant help but to think it's true.
See the thing is, you don't love me.
And I'm trying so hard to just run away and flee.
I dont want to feel my emotions at this time.
I just want to be over you, I just want to be fine.
I guess only time can heal my broken wounds.
When winter still fades and Flowers still bloom.
I'll always somehow still be in love with you.
**Christina Marie** heart
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