You can never become whole by wanting so much from a half-felt love.
All it will bring you are fragments to mend.
Realizing that there are just scars left and that traces will remain.
Lost in the past, haunted by its spirit forever.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
