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I'm hang over you, A little more time, I'd have been head over heels, I don't regret it, But I'm at the hardest part, Highest of the peaks, My heart fills with joy and pain, I’ve tried so hard, Not to hate you, Because hate fuels a reason, To let go. But I don't, Fond memories haunt me, And I love every bit of them, The simple smile that creeps in, When something or someone, Reminds me of you. I'm at the peak of letting go. I think I'm stuck here. I don't know how to go down. Don’t know how to move on.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
Stuck
I'm hang over you, A little more time, I'd have been head over heels, I don't regret it, But I'm at the hardest part, Highest of the peaks, My heart fills with joy and pain, I’ve tried so hard, Not to hate you, Because hate fuels a reason, To let go. But I don't, Fond memories haunt me, And I love every bit of them, The simple smile that creeps in, When something or someone, Reminds me of you. I'm at the peak of letting go. I think I'm stuck here. I don't know how to go down. Don’t know how to move on.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
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