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The Hardest Part of Love and..

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darkemoprincess

Published: Dec 5, 2009

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I'm bleeding
As I fall into pieces
Don't you need me?
Or will you catch me?
Along the way?
They say
The hardest part of
Love and Loss
Is accepting
That it's overe
Yet all I seem to think
Is Je suis désolé que vous êtes tombé en amour avec quelqu'un d'aussi rompu que moi

Situations are irrelevant now
No more of you breathing
Tension down my neck
No more sad sung lullabies
No more tears when
We say goodbye
No more
Begging and crawling back
For more of you

The Hardest Part of
Love and Loss
Is accepting
That it's over
So keep your composure
As I paint my own goodbye!

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