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8 Years

8 years without you, 8 years crying.
I've tried to move on, 8 years trying.
8 years of regret, full of self blame.
8 years of loneliness and all its pain.

8 years of pretence, of self doubt.
Into hiding I've been if love was about.
8 years on, where do I go from here?
8 more years of the same is my fear.

8 years of dreams of how things were.
Why didn't I show you love and care?
8 years on, hill after hill I still climb.
8 meaningless years, was all that time.

8 years no sunshine, only rain and gale.
Ships only to flounder, never to sail.
8 years to reflect, to ponder and dwell.
8 years of my life, that's my story to tell.
 

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◄ So Sorry Mum

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