November
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Everytime you speak You hurt me with your words of hate. Everytime you speak I die a little inside. Tears well up inside me Then you speak again. The tears are welling up in my eyes Once again your words of hate fill the air. The tears are now rolling down my cheeks You laugh as my tears hit the floor. Now that you are no longer near I would think that there would be no more tears. But your hurtful words stll haunt me loud and clear. Then I hear your laugh and see your face This image I can not erase. So I just cry And cry some more. Until I care about you no more.
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