I slipped on my moccasins and walked to my desk where I gathered my notebook and psychology textbook. I lifted my head and stared out the window of the top-story dorm room I shared with my roommate, Chloe. It was a dreary, spring morning. Gray clouds veil...
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You Make Me Feel So Low
You can only heal your own woundsYou make me feel so down I loved you once But not anymore You only have yourself to blame When I love, I love deeply But you lost that love Now you are bitter and twisted Angry at me for your own faults Nasty words are sometimes worse than a blow You make...