Trouble

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Troubled thoughts on a clear day.
With trouble walking my way.
The sun on your right kissing your skin.
And the dress so tight looking lile sin.
I haven't seen you in years.
Not since I've dried all my tears.
I'm sitting here wondering what to do.
Trying to find anything not to stare at you

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