J.R.

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These pages can go on and on,

and so can my love for you.

But love hurts and we tend to get tired writing.

Careless we become and determined we were.

Yet time has changed everything, our love for each other and the 

way we see things.

The Mirror becomes blurry, and our eyesight becomes poor; 

Picture isn't so clear anymore.

Memories get locked up in the darkest parts in our minds, and our hearts how the ribs can't even manage to hold it back from leaping out of our chest. 

One step forward,

Two steps back.

Am I numb or disabled? 

Should I have kept fighting for us, for you?

Maybe I should have 

because I can't stop the tears from flowing.

The demons in my head keep on taunting me,

repeating your name over and over. 

Where is my happily ever after?





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