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Jun 2014
I'm not quite sure what to say,
because you were the one who walked away.
I gave you everything and you left me with nothing.
You left me as nothing.
I sit here in pieces on my floor,
wishing that I could have been something more.
But I couldn't be.
And that is something that can only be put on me.
Wild-Youth
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Wild-Youth
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