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I guess we were doomed from the start, you and I.
We never could last, not when our love was a lie.

And now we're cold and without trust, like faded petals on a rose. I tried to change your mind, but you already knew who you chose.

And it wasn't me, how could it be when after all these days—You were sipping honey from another cup, and I lost you in the blaze.

Now you're telling me that it's okay, you'd always pick my first. I guess I should have known, you wouldn't pick friendship over thirst.

And you built your castle out of thorns, while I slowly bled. You can come running back to me someday, but what we had is dead.

So don't cry your tears over empty memories, once you know the truth. It hurts like hell, but I guess there's no happy ending for the love of youth.

–leonardo r.