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I don't think I want to

By Richard J Sereday Jr

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Well, I don't think I want to but I will, and I don't think I can although I must for I know that I need to cause I haven't got a choice but to watch you walkin out of my life So good bye my love, you know that you'll be missed this is one day I prayed would never come but it has and here we are we'll go our separate ways and leave our future's dreams so far behind Written November 9th, 1999 © on Dec 19 2001 05:26 AM PST   0 • 10

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