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I Was Supposed to be the One...

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WordOfChen

Published: Mar 11, 2017

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I walked my soul through a dark valley,
my mind fixated on bad thoughts.
I was eaten alive by my insecurity,
because you were my everything and to you I was naught.

I put myself through a crucible;
holding on to a 'possibility' I sought.
Then I realized you'd already left me;
so I cried three tears for the man you forgot...

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aimermonami

Mar 12, 2017

Lovely as usual

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