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Jan 2019
It’s hard to find the words.
And it might not be about you and me,
But sometimes I still see the future as it ought to be
The way you promised,
But now it has all been compromised.

You said forever,
What I’m getting now is a never.
But sometimes I still see you in my bed
Maybe because I can’t get you out of my head.
But now I know.

I know you’ve her.
And I hope it’s not just the wine,
But I still hope that someday you’ll give me a sign.
That it wasn’t all made up
But I really need some kind of follow-up.

Please answer me
I dare
But you seem not to care
It hurts so bad
I think I might be going mad.

Now I know it was after all not ought to be.
There is no longer a story of you and me.
But you are hard to forget
It’s like I’m paying for some former debt.
What did I do?
Written by
Rebekka  20/F
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