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It's over

And no matter how many times

the petals tell you they love you

you have to forget,

Because sometimes they love you not.

So here's to you,

the boy who didn't know how to love me.

I'm letting go,

letting go of the distance

and the silence

and the waiting

and the empty hours

and the vacancy

and the walls I've built

it's over.

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Written by
yhurstruly
Mexican
Published
Mar 2, 2013
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