41. Meant.

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•Falling for you,
From a hundred thousand feet;
I look back at our story,
So terribly incomplete.

So many what ifs,
So many wishes inside of me,
But maybe that's all we were,
And all we were meant to be.•
~*~
3:30 p.m.

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