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Constant Change

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by Agnes Cecile | via DeviantArt.com

Sitting by the window, staring at the sunrise
Rocking back and forth, shaking the hurt
I miss it, I miss you, I miss me
Why does it all have to change so constantly?
Go away so quickly?

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