it makes it difficult
to love you when you
withhold things from me
like you are keeping
secrets and things
sometimes
it is sad to see
you trying so hard
to be somebody because
we're all somebody
trying to be our best me
sometimes
we used to have such fun
you could make me
laugh till i had tears
filling my eyes
i understand you be ill now
sometimes
so many sad memories
floating in my mind
like how you stayed
out all night and
i woke up with an empty
space beside me in bed
i still think about those times
sometimes
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