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You said I was not deep enough Compassion for me was so tough Maybe I needed more lessons To see what you felt in my depression You're thoughts became my thoughts Emotionally I was wrought But alas, let me tell you my dear You're visions were not seeminly clear! I did show you all of me Did you ever see, all I can be? I suppose it doesn't matter As the friendship is tattered So many times I wish to phone Tell you of what it is like to walk alone But then again you already know this Fortunatley this life is not blissful Lessons are learnt Your visions are burnt It was far away from the truth Thank goodness I still have my youth So I, myself can move forward Then I no longer need to feel awkward I am , who I am I shall never be ****** Hindsight, it was meant too be I never would have learned to see Within this I am so happy Now I can go ***** I will always send you light and love Asking the angels to bring you above Now what last words shall I say Being a seer was not this Day!
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
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You said I was not deep enough Compassion for me was so tough Maybe I needed more lessons To see what you felt in my depression You're thoughts became my thoughts Emotionally I was wrought But alas, let me tell you my dear You're visions were not seeminly clear! I did show you all of me Did you ever see, all I can be? I suppose it doesn't matter As the friendship is tattered So many times I wish to phone Tell you of what it is like to walk alone But then again you already know this Fortunatley this life is not blissful Lessons are learnt Your visions are burnt It was far away from the truth Thank goodness I still have my youth So I, myself can move forward Then I no longer need to feel awkward I am , who I am I shall never be ****** Hindsight, it was meant too be I never would have learned to see Within this I am so happy Now I can go ***** I will always send you light and love Asking the angels to bring you above Now what last words shall I say Being a seer was not this Day!
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
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