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Apr 2015
Maybe you loved me once.

Maybe you've hated me for a while.

I guess I'll never know.

I do know that you've moved on.

I finally know what the silence means.



And I know that, however you felt about me - I loved you.

If I knew then what I know now, I'd still have reached for you.

Because as much as it hurts...


It was worth it.
Written by
Miguel Quixote
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