Call it poetic justice.
Call it karma.
Call it what you like.
But I got ditched.
Dumped.
Left with a broken heart.
And now I know how it feels.
To want nothing more than the pain to end.
The see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I suppose I deserve it.
I suppose I've earned it.
But all I can do is learn from it.
And love again.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Call it poetic justice.
Call it karma.
Call it what you like.
But I got ditched.
Dumped.
Left with a broken heart.
And now I know how it feels.
To want nothing more than the pain to end.
The see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I suppose I deserve it.
I suppose I've earned it.
But all I can do is learn from it.
And love again.
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