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My goal was to get over you

But it was something I could never do

I see you standing there

And I can’t help but stare

 

I meant so much to you at some point

But you won’t even look at me now

My love for you never changed

But your feelings did

 

One, two, three, four, six months

What’s the point in counting if you know its forever?

My feelings for you will end one day

But until then I rot in this ditch

 

Full of old feelings and memories

That trigger my heart to itch





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