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Covering up

I understand that this whole thing is my fault
I was masked by the thought of someone actually loving me
You’ve moved on,
I haven’t.
Still waiting in the dark,
as if you were to come back
I guess I can’t handle the truth.
Looking back on what we had,
just to throw it all away.
And the feeling we forget
I’m in love, now




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