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New York, street lights so bright, all the crowds, That’s where I met you, that’s where the sparks flew, I could hear a voice inside screaming so loud, “Why would he want you?” I ignored it. We went to parks, museums, everywhere together, The whole time hand in hand, Once again I heard the voice, “this trip won’t last forever,” But I was having so much fun and, I ignored it. The trip ended like I knew it would, We went back to our old lives, and suddenly things felt different, To keep you in my life I gave you everything I could, It just wasn’t enough, and with each day we grew more distant, You weren’t who I thought you were, and that hurt most of all. I was blinded by sheer hope that you could be the one, You texted me the other day and I couldn’t believe my eyes, I responded because I was tired of feeling alone, I’ve never really been good with goodbyes, This is a fresh start, a second chance, the little voice whispers “People rarely change,” but I’ll just ignore it
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Blinded
New York, street lights so bright, all the crowds, That’s where I met you, that’s where the sparks flew, I could hear a voice inside screaming so loud, “Why would he want you?” I ignored it. We went to parks, museums, everywhere together, The whole time hand in hand, Once again I heard the voice, “this trip won’t last forever,” But I was having so much fun and, I ignored it. The trip ended like I knew it would, We went back to our old lives, and suddenly things felt different, To keep you in my life I gave you everything I could, It just wasn’t enough, and with each day we grew more distant, You weren’t who I thought you were, and that hurt most of all. I was blinded by sheer hope that you could be the one, You texted me the other day and I couldn’t believe my eyes, I responded because I was tired of feeling alone, I’ve never really been good with goodbyes, This is a fresh start, a second chance, the little voice whispers “People rarely change,” but I’ll just ignore it
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
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