This time I'm giving up on you. It's what I'll keep telling myself. The
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hourglass has dropped its final grain, I can't complain. I should've
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expected more from you. Though I expected more, those big green eyes just
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dropped me to the floor. We flickered long ago, now just smoldering ash.
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The wind will take it away. In our lungs, through our sorry souls. I
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should be there by your side. I've tried. Your affections change with the
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wind's directions. I have a confession. I would love to know why you give
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me this second hand sympathy, what more do you want from me? Don't leave me
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with this. Again.
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Getting Used To Disappointment
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