I loved you dearly,
You loved me more.
I dreamed of the things
We had in store.
But soon you grew tired,
For what reason, I know not.
My heart grew weary
And twisted and would rot.
I thought I was finished,
That I'd never find love again,
Then she came
And my face grew a grin.
I told her my secrets,
She told me hers.
Then it happened,
Those terrible words.
She too had left me,
Left me alone.
Broke my heart without knowing
And left me in the cold.
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I really didn't have a use for a personal journal so I'll use this for writing. Everything in here is original.
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