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Lessons On Jillian I tried so hard to understand, exactly how you had life planned. Could I have been another fool, tossed when done like a broken tool? It's hard to put my finger on, the simple fact of why you're gone. It's something that just evades me, whenever I get close to see. The reasons how it all fell down, why once again I played the clown. And danced around for all to see, just how a life is pathetically, Exhuberant for simple things like a woman's touch. All the smallest moments, are what mean so much. But still I've learned to love them all, I've lived and learned to take the fall. |
Additional Notes:
looking back on the aftermath of Jillian.
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