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Sep 2014
Meet me at the café at 5pm,
It really can't wait.
I text you.
Two hours later you reply;
Not today, no.
Why not?
You are no longer allowed to ask questions.
Why not?
We are no longer together.
Why not?
You messed it up.
Did I?
Let's not go through this again.
It's fine but I want to see you today.
I told you I can't.

I don't know which hurts more
The fact that you moved on
Or the fact that I couldn't.


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Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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