My mind, flips away,
You've taken over,
No longer here,
Yet you're all over,
You'll always be,
The one I lost,
The dearest one,
I loved the most,
The one for whom,
I always carried,
That burning troche,
But never married.
I hurt all over,
Especially inside,
I'm really not good,
At saying goodbye.
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Beauty galore, of sadness and solitude! 'I hurt all over, Especially inside, I'm really not good, At saying goodbye' - so nicely expressed!
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