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speechless.
breathless.
heartless.
dead.
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seeing you walk down the hall,
with her is so weird.
its like im in some crazy alternate universe,
seeing you with her holding hands.
that used ..
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as im painting my room,
i realize,
im painting away the last bit of my childhood left in my room,
which has looked the same since i was 8 years old..
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thanks for teaching me a lesson,
a lesson to never love again,
because everytime i do,
it ends and im the one who is left to hurt.
you proved th..
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whole,
in love,
carefree,
beautiful.
all the things that i used to be,
before you came along and made me fall in love,
with that sweet innocen..
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who is this person i see when i look in the mirror,
because i sure dont recognize her at all.
she has been through so much and you can see it in h..
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this is a poem about my reaccuring nightterror.
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i wonder if you can see how much it kills me to see you with her.
it seems like just yesterday that was me in your arms,
it was me receiving those s..
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thanks for wasting my time, jerk.
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its simply amazing how much people change over time,
one second your a little kid and the next your a grandparent.
looking back at memories of years..
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