Looking into the mirror,
young in thought I saw myself,
down my chicks tears rolled,
in realizing you were gone,
a painful sensation struck me,
Only then did I realize,
not all our hearts behold,
our hands get to hold,
yearning for somethings only hurts.
And though what's inside were true,
revealing it not with the exact words you wanted,
in the wrong way and time,
gave you a wrong understanding.
But you're still the one I love.
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