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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Walking out the door.

You turned out like they always do, I expected more,
It took me by surprise when I felt you walking out the door.
You left me while I was falling down, you left me lying there,
You left me with only memories and the times that we have shared.
I gave it all, I thought that it would not cease to last,
But I admit that I was wrong, that people leave too fast.
I do not know where I am caught up, in the past or in this fate,
I wanted to fix the gaping hole, but I was all too late.
And now I'm left with only me, and all those haunting times,
When once we held strong and true, once when you were mine.

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