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You made me something.. Taught me what it truly meant to be blissfully and actually, acutely, happy. Things changed. Sometimes... not so perfectly.. always aware of me. It was falling apart ever so slightly But you made me happy. You made me unhappy. Both working in harmony. Things change. Today I think you’re happy. And today there’s me, surviving miserably, uncontently, but voluntarily, To the whisper “not meant to be” You've found someone new and shiny, Better than me- convincingly. I miss what we used to be. I wish we could be. I hope you’re happy. I will be. eventually.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
Maybe Change is a Good Thing.
You made me something.. Taught me what it truly meant to be blissfully and actually, acutely, happy. Things changed. Sometimes... not so perfectly.. always aware of me. It was falling apart ever so slightly But you made me happy. You made me unhappy. Both working in harmony. Things change. Today I think you’re happy. And today there’s me, surviving miserably, uncontently, but voluntarily, To the whisper “not meant to be” You've found someone new and shiny, Better than me- convincingly. I miss what we used to be. I wish we could be. I hope you’re happy. I will be. eventually.
SmileNowSunshine
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
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