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I am driving in my car
passing by all the places
we could have visited together
and all the stories we could have lived
make me cry night after night
we could have been the stars
we could have turned our dreams
into endless reality
and yet you killed it all
with a single touch
I am sorry I could not have been
what you need
I am so sorry if I ever hurt you
and if this was not love
then I have no idea what is
goodbye my sweetheart
we will meet one day
and we will no longer
know all our secrets
but underneath it all
I will still think of you
on your birthday
and I will cherish the parts of you
you gave me
and I hope you will think of me sometimes
and my love will make your days a bit warmer.

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this is the end of my first collection! thank you for reading this far <3

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