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Post by Poetic Love on Jul 15, 2010 5:13:38 GMT -4
I told you. Tried to hold you, but you kept moving. Never looking back or forward.
Sometimes we have to stop to realize what’s right in front of us; What’s behind us. to realize what we’re up against; What we have to lose. With that I’ve got to ask:
Has your constant search for something more made you happy?
Are you satisfied with what you thought was more? If you had another chance, would you turn around and not walk out the door, Look at me with one tear and tell me you love me? Would you?
Or would you do it all again? Knowing that no one could ever make you happy because there’s only me. You always knew it was me. It was always me.
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