True
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Though it is true
I could care less
When I think of you
I realize I am a mess
Though it is over
I know it just began
Because we are like no other
With time in our hand
Though it is real
I can feel it slipping
Is this the deal
That I get for tripping?
Though you are here
I can feel you gone
Though your voice I can hear
I know that you are gone
By: Mika Buell
August 20, 2000
8:25 pm
Inspired by:
Some one that has hurt me too much and I still love.