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Our Story


Life has made me change, I'm not the only one. You used to be the one I went to, To cry, to laugh, to talk. That all seems to be a century ago. Our relationship is like a bad book. It had a great beginning, To really reel me in. It had a decent middle, Just to keep you entertained. The end was just unexpected, And all it did was left me broken. Our story seems never ending. No matter where I turn, It's like I can see you. As the chapters go on, I fear for the cliffhangers, Because I'd hate to recreate a piece of history. There's only so much I can handle. Only so many chances can be given. And once the chances are gone Our book will finally close. to aid my shattering heart. The world turns, the present becomes the past. Will you be in my future? Only time will be able to tell.
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