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You were pure,
As I would describe you.
But, you told me you weren't.
I couldn't make out the color of your eyes,
Or your hair,
But I could predict the future.
All this time away from you,
I asked myself,
If I truly love and miss you,
or if I just want You, and closure.
All my life has been filled with grief and dissociation.
After you, came nothing but regret; at my expense.
You plagued my mind in the most beautiful and lovely way.
I think I'm in a better mind now,
I left my vices behind.
But when I think about it,
You are there.
I know we will never see each other again.
I know whoever responds is not you.
I know you don't love me.
But why are you always the one I pray for?
- Loser with the scythe and broken heart tattoo.
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