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often it hurt to live i needed my girl she was so naïve
in another world her hair straight mine in curl
i could not wait but i did believe this was fate
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coming back... ...at a time when i'm perhaps the polar opposite of my old self, the one i never thought i would be.
but in a way i'm the same foolish girl. i've anchored my heart yet again. i feel this ship will not sink. not unsatisfactorily at least. but again i'm holding on to earthly things. earthly beings.
i'm coming back at a time when i'm perhaps the exact mirror reflection of my old self, the one i never thought i would be again.
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i'm not yours, but i'm yours. you're not mine, but you're mine.
we are not for each other. no, we're not for each other. but we're for each other. certainly i'm here for you. but i will not always be. you're not here for me. not as i wish you would. but i hope you could.
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a broken heart is truly like a puzzle. not only because it is difficult to comprehend; it is, literally, a puzzle. it's like a puzzle you've built once before. or rather, you have the image on the box to guide you. but you have all the pieces before you, and you don't understand how on earth they could've ever been together. you really don't feel like getting to work on it, maybe you should just keep it that way and set your mind to other things. but it's no use, some day you will have to get it done. awfully painful job. hard to do, too. the worst part of it all is when you find you have missing pieces. you'll never find them again, of course, and the puzzle will never be once more complete.