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Jan 2014
I was hurt,
I was in pain,
it was closed,
my heart.

Then he came,
cured my wound,
fixed my heart,
wiped my tears.

It was so close,
really close,
until I finally open it.

But it was not,
it was not what I thought it was.
I found my self crawling back,
and I found you coming back.

Yet you're never really here,
he's the one who's always been.
Yet it's never really you, never you wipe my tears.

Now I found you here,
and I found myself won't move.
And yet he's here,
and I found my self somewhere safe.

It was close,
it was so close.
It was you,
it is him.
excuse my grammar, still working on it **
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Kayla Insyira
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