Cry

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They still love me just not the same way

I tend to forget what the others would say

'They're not good for you, don't waste your time'

Yet Everyday found myself wishin' they were mine.

I guess it doesn't matter now, don't ask me why.

Tears swell in my eyes, I crumple and cry.

For they are already gone.

They died.

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