I wish we made it to that level, where we are inseperable in our ways... But we never made it to that moment, pushed away by all harsh words, cruel jokes and actions we displayed... I could get over all the things we've done wrong... Just to start over would be a whole different song... But you are going, leaving me, and I am left here feeling somber... I guess we will never make it to that level now, because it's too late, your gone, Games Over...
Reason for writing:
my heart has left me for good...
Birth sign: Libra
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