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why did i fall for you, only to get hurt? why were my feelings given to you only to be brought away? do i deserve such? all i have to hear are the words: that you now belong with someone else. i know no other way to love you than this... without complexities or pride, your hands with mine are my hands, and the heart that beats a million tears...

now that the eyes are looking into the skies when orion can be seen on a moonlit sky, my heart cries a river of bittersweet memories. only your memory comforts me of a better tomorrow. why help, when it is not needed? why make the sacrifice when it is nothing? i wish i could die a thousand deaths to elude such painful memory... i prayed for these feelings to go away with you, but they stayed. why? to hurt me again? to make me cry? to shatter my soul and become a wandering soul amidst a former broken self? as i cry, tears no longer fall, for no one to catch. why should i go on with life, when it has become meaningless?

everything is irreversible... if only i could turn back the time on the moment we met and erase you forever from the sands of time. smiles hide the tears that fall...

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