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It's something strange.
I still lay in my bed all day but at least I don't still only think about you.
I have some aspirations now, however lofty and farfetched they may seem, I have something I can try to grasp for, something that isn't you.
One day I'll be on stage and I’ll wave to the crowd knowing for once my cries don't fall on deaf ears
And the words I about you mean something bigger than a love that could never be given.
And maybe I'll remember you and laugh, just a glimpse of a fading memory that was never meant to last.
I loved you once.
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