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Cold


These past few weeks have been strange, I can feel time pulling us in different directions. I'm ready for the change... I think. But goodbye, that's not yet prepared. I'd rather not say those words, because then it'll actually be real. As the wind blows and the chill passes by, I think about us. How we were. I thought you were everything. You were like my guardian angel. You'd protect me from everything... everything but falling in love with you. That wasn't planned. But all those bittersweet memories must stay in the past. They will fade eventually. It's cold outside and it's cold in my heart. As we fade into the uncertainty of life, just know that you had love. Now you have nothing. Words will never be enough, to describe this feeling.

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