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May 2016
she can't say this is happening again,
for it to happen again,
it would mean it would have had to stop,
ended,
then started again,
but it never ended,
only faded,
to a soft thud,
still there,
but never,
gone,
she can't say it stopped,
because it didn't,
it has always been there,
but just when you were around,
it started to faded,
away slowly,
it was almost gone,
soo close,
if you gave it a bit more time,
she would have been okay,
for once,
but you didn't giver her more time,
you gave her heartbreak,
mixed with heartache,
and the fear of never being good enough,
and not ever being loved,
she can't say she is fine,
and mean it,
because that would be a lie.
summer
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