Copyright © September 7, 2003 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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So hard to walk away, from the love that I once knew. No shots fire, not one. Not a single harsh word, no animals hurt, not one egg broken, to put your feelings asunder. Your love, it just faded, as a seat cover in the sun, as my mistakes shone so brightly upon. My mistakes, they are who I have seemed to become, all part of this package that makes me what I am. Not worthy of your love.