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As I lie here with no strong soul to comfort me,
I cry.
For the first time,in along time,
they are not tears of happiness.
I am sad because you love someone else.
A buetiful woman, not me.
I am in love with someone who makes me laugh,
someone who gives me that deep happy feeling.
But you have love for someone else.
So I lie here alone with no stong soul to comfort me.

April Dawn