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Perhaps I will never open this book again But if I ever do I'll be honest I'll be truthful As I flip through the pages again I'll regret the choices I made I'll regret the words I erased
Once I was in love, To the person who I thought, for me, was enough. He was funny and tall, Courteous and all. He makes those crazy jokes, But gentleman the most.
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside. Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
Oh, how it hurts me so When I think of you While so happy, and yet Not happy, with me
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