They leave. Because they should or because .......they find someone else.
And some of them, ...some of them… forget me. I suppose in the end, they break my heart.
where were you when I really need you?
To be with you is all I ever wanted. If I could just feel your arms around me, I'll be fine. But you don't exist...you're just my fantasy. Just a dream, not reality.
Lover of Sadness
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