Damn.
DepressedThe kind of joy that she brings.
I know she's gone.
But I miss her so bad.
Why? Why can't I just forget about it and move on? It's been more than a month. We're still friends. But I want more. I want what we once had. I want someone to love, to hold in my arms and kiss on the lips. Why is that so hard? Why do people come and go, only for the company in the meantime, never thinking long term? Never thinking more affection, more passion... *sighs*
Even if it was *just* online, nobody loved me like she did.
I thought I would be all right, that I'll get over it soon, but...
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No matter where we go you are the one who I betray, while wanting to protect
Only in the present, in the past, in the future
Do I have to compensate
It's better if I disappear if only to save you
I want you to take a look at that. You might feel better afterwards.
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