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We hung out once, we hung out twice. I must say it was quite nice. So out we went To try our luck Romance was on our side, And we laughed a lot. But time grows thinner, And elsewhere I must be. As the days go I see "The winner" Is something I'll never be. Love needs our time Love needs our hope Makes us vulnerable Makes us cope I gave my hope Searching for a way to cope Tried to be vulnerable But did it work? Nope. Why? Time, my time, my lack of time. And so now you see, Why I cry. I had you And I lost you Before I ever had you. We call this: "The point of almost loving". And it's unholy beau: "leaving".
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
The Point of Almost Loving
We hung out once, we hung out twice. I must say it was quite nice. So out we went To try our luck Romance was on our side, And we laughed a lot. But time grows thinner, And elsewhere I must be. As the days go I see "The winner" Is something I'll never be. Love needs our time Love needs our hope Makes us vulnerable Makes us cope I gave my hope Searching for a way to cope Tried to be vulnerable But did it work? Nope. Why? Time, my time, my lack of time. And so now you see, Why I cry. I had you And I lost you Before I ever had you. We call this: "The point of almost loving". And it's unholy beau: "leaving".
Mourning for a life that never was. A life that could be. Except that it can't — not for me.
#love#lost#lovelost#almost#leaving#pain
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MandM
23/F/Florida
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
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