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Sep 17
The hardest thing I had to do was tell you to count to ten.
We sat in your car
And you sobbed and begged
To stop the inevitable
There was nothing I could’ve said

This wasn’t goodbye
This was see you soon
This wasn’t the end
Because we both knew
We’d always look up
Under the same moon

The tables had turned
Because my tears ran dry
Yours came in tidal waves
But I couldn’t cry

Our time came to a close
The chapter was ending
But I couldn’t let your heart break
Not while it was mending

I softened the blow
Bubble wrap on barbed wire
Like dropping a bucket
Onto a bushfire

The hardest thing I had to do
Was tell you to count to ten
But only when eyes were closed
Could you begin

I gave you a final kiss
My hands left your touch
And if I’m being honest
I don’t remember much

You started to count

I couldn’t break down

I got to the door

I couldn’t fall to the floor

I watched you leave

I couldn’t breathe

I sat alone

I lost my home

I boarded the plane

But it wasn’t the same

It wasn’t the end

It wasn’t the end

It wasn’t the end

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I walked away

But your eyes were closed
Carla
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Carla  17/F/Australia
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