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"We were never made for each other , 
That's what I thought when you came into my life like a storm which I never saw it coming .

We were so bad together , worse than a hurricane , it was so wrong , 
Worse than a disaster , it was never meant to last long . 

Yet , the only thing stuck in my head were the fights that we fought , 
Playing on replay , still fresh in my thoughts. 
Or catching you red handed staring at me with desire , 
Setting my heart on fire like a bonfire. 

And that's what I wanted right now , 
For you to fill all those blank spaces that you left somehow . 
I want to tell him , that I missed him so much , 
And feel myself losing under his touch. 

He was never the brightest star , shinning up on the sky , 
But he gave me a reason to survive.
I see myself in a pathetic state and ask why ?." 
- Toxic, Calliope 

A/N: I am no poet, just someone who loves to play with words.All Rights Reserved

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