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To Ree, May you always dream of tall mountains and white cloudy skies. To be happy is to be able see the world through your wondrous eyes. -Will

perfect fit

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by willwritemyheartout

by willwritemyheartout

You didn't have to go,
my feelings I can never show.

You didn't have to leave,
your passing I still won't believe.

You didn't have to cry,
without you I would die.

You didn't have to unsay it,
you were my perfect fit.

You didn't have to lie,
with you I feel I can fly.

You didn't have to fade,
undo all the promises made.

The pain and suffering I didn't see,
if only it could have been me.