C'est La Vie, Queen
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Unpredictable.
Unparalleled.
Unconditional.
It's the 300 miles per hour story called love.
I didn't know that it was the only thing that can save me.
I was fragile and broken.
I had no idea who could save me,
anyone could have saved me.
But I chose you and you, you chose me.
You're the one who chose to save me,
From drowning in my own self pity,
From my suicidal thoughts,
From my insecurities,
You kept me from breaking down.
You stayed and helped me slowly improve
You were patient.
You actually cared
But when I was finally okay,
you broke me,
You were the one who saved me,
but you were also the one who caused
the pain and suffering that I still feel in my
heart.
You didn't leave on purpose, at your own will
But you left for my own good.
Now I have to build myself up again.
Without you.
But if I ever fall again,
will you be there?
or
will someone else catch me?
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