Heartache and Pain
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Poetry
Tears on my pillow
Pain in my heart,
The day they put me in prison
My whole world fell apart,
But if my tears could build a stairway
It would lead to your front door,
Just so I can tell you
I love you once more.
Tears on my pillow
Pain in my heart,
The day they put me in prison
My whole world fell apart,
But if my tears could build a stairway
It would lead to your front door,
Just so I can tell you
I love you once more.
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ISSUE NO. 20
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