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I never thought leaving you would make me feel so alone.

I thought I would be fine without you (I'm not).

There are a million things I can/should be doing.

It all seems pointless without you.

I tried to keep busy, carry on with my life,

but that hurt too much.

So I'm trying not to do much of anything (it still hurts).

The sad part is

you would take me back.

At least,

I think you would.

But how can I tell you how wrong I was?

Would you understand my intentions?

After you see what a mess I've become,

could you still see me as you once did?

I don't think so.

So I'll be alone with my writing

and sad music,

and you'll move on

and be happy

and listen to rad music

and eventually,

you'll leave me (what's left of me).

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