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Puddle Of Hurt
Drain this hurt
From the remnants of my heart
You left me here
A flesh puddle of my former self
Your imprint on the bed
Still smells of you
I sniff it daily
And choke back tears
Good God, how long will I pine
Over this woman
My soul mate
My all
From the remnants of my heart
You left me here
A flesh puddle of my former self
Your imprint on the bed
Still smells of you
I sniff it daily
And choke back tears
Good God, how long will I pine
Over this woman
My soul mate
My all
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