I guess we just fell apart the usual way, the story's got dust on every page.
The choice was once your choosing, but it became my loss I was there in your forgetting and then I was tossed.I became to scared that if I stayed here, being in love with you, waiting for you, in the end you would never show, and you never did it wasn't important enough for you to try and even really know.So I leave pieces of me behind everywhere I go, trying to erase the very thought of you so I never feel this low.~ when you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt- you literally hand them a razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul~
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2b2b2 says: Ouch, "felt this"......Great Capture....ONE |
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