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Thursday, June 23, 2016 8:47 PM I chose this one man over the other The one loved me like no other And it quietly tears me up inside A large part of my heart and love has died Another goes on. And tries so hard To go on loving with a heart that is scarred To live is risk, to lose is to gain Some times love is more pain If there were a quiet place to go I would but no matter, I try, this other love must grow To start again, to remember why To not give up, to quit and cry I need to move on and this for me is real hard Im carrying on with a heart that is charred I care so much and so deep Its hard to get any good sleep When I still at night Give my thoughts to where there Is no light But the love that was , was what I thought was real I have to give it up because The other had to much for me to deal With that , I say goodbye Just in word not thought or heart For in that other, is that part Others didn’t get to see, but me His love was entirely too much and it only consumed me.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
THE OTHER
Thursday, June 23, 2016 8:47 PM I chose this one man over the other The one loved me like no other And it quietly tears me up inside A large part of my heart and love has died Another goes on. And tries so hard To go on loving with a heart that is scarred To live is risk, to lose is to gain Some times love is more pain If there were a quiet place to go I would but no matter, I try, this other love must grow To start again, to remember why To not give up, to quit and cry I need to move on and this for me is real hard Im carrying on with a heart that is charred I care so much and so deep Its hard to get any good sleep When I still at night Give my thoughts to where there Is no light But the love that was , was what I thought was real I have to give it up because The other had to much for me to deal With that , I say goodbye Just in word not thought or heart For in that other, is that part Others didn’t get to see, but me His love was entirely too much and it only consumed me.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
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