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May 2016
I almost
gave up,
on you.

I almost
let you go,
because i thought...

I almost
stopped talking to you,
isn't that what you wanted?

I almost
said sorry,
but it wasn't my fault.

I almost
left you,
but then i thought...

I almost
told you,
that i needed you.



But then you
came home,
and held me.

But then you
never let me go,
till we woke up.

But then you
said sorry,
for the words you said.

But then you
stayed,
with me.

But then you
told me,
you loved me more than the moon it's-self.
summer
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summer  16/F
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