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| No Longer Crying |
10/20/2009
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No longer crying, no longer sad.
No longer missing what I once thought I had.
Was it fate?
Was it great?
Was it just a fad?
I don't know what's in store.
I don't know what it costs.
I don't know what I've won.
Or what I thought I've lost.
It could be that I'm never right.
It could be that I'm always wrong.
It could be said that instead of being dead.
She was never here all along.
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