I am a Fool

Are you one who knows what its like? To pour out your soul in writings, knowing that the one you write for will never read it?

Are you one who knows what its like? To pour out your soul in writings, knowing that the one you write for will never read it? It is a sad thing, but I think it helps me, at least, to forget. It helps me to lose myself, and to severe the connection to the piece of my heart that she stole. But then, there is always a little bit more that you want to say, isn't there? Because there's always that little chance that they might read it, and you don't want to say anything you would regret.

I tried so hard to break contact with her. I really did. But, she never let me go through with it.

but she didn't try to stop me, now did she? She didn't try to find out

but you didnt listen when i told you that, did you? you didnt listen when i told you to

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