Before we were over,
i yelled at you,
annoyed for some stupid reason,
when i should have told you,
how much i cared,
how much i wished,
you were there,
instead i wished i had told you,
how i knew,
you never really loved me,
how i realised,
the truth behind your lies
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I can completely relate to every word. Being mad at not only them but that you couldnt hold on to them.