You've told me how you felt,
I didn't understand,
That there was never a chance,
This maybe the end
I have a notebook full of things,
You know most of them,
But I should be rid of it,
And just forget
I may not post again,
The memory that you brought me on here,
Might actually bring a tear,
And make me break out
If I do post once more,
I won't know why,
I hope I don't cry,
Nothing will ever be the same for me
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