I Wasn't Ready

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I wrote so many letters
Yet I was never ready to say goodbye,
I couldn't explain all my anger, pain, sadness, and hatred.
Every word I wrote was like a punch in the gut,
As the tears kept pouring,
I just wanted it all to stop,
I couldn't even express the feelings
Because I couldn't even understand them myself.

I guess I couldn't say goodbye yet,
I couldn't show them,
That they've won.

I couldn't run away,
Because that would make me feel weak,
So I kept on a smile
And acted happy,
I never was really.

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