I know that it's over, that it could not last,
You wanted a friend; I went to fast.
You said you wanted us to just stay friends,
But now that you know how I feel, even that'll end.
It's okay. I'm fine. I'll find another.
Someone else to talk to, to be a lover.
It won't be the same. How could it be?
You're more than gifted-beautiful, brilliant, designed perfectly.
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Author:
anima aurea (Pseudonym) (
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I've been there, love this one.
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