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If this was not meant to be,
then it never would have started.
When I look at you, I'm home;
home is where the heart is.
You gave my eyes some life,
and you brought color to my face.
Your presence controlled my heart beat,
which could never keep a steady pace.
Without love, there is not life,
and I am without you.
So living life half alive is what I have learned to do.
I hide behind your lies,
and all my fake emotion.
When inside of me it is all just conflict and commotion.
I question why you left without so much as goodbye.
You left me here in paragraphs,
and I will always wonder why.
You stole from me my heart;
this is no victimless crime.
I am trying to move forward one step at a time.
But it was you who walked away with one foot in front of the other;
but resilient being me, I will get through this one way or another.
Now life with you seems so much sweeter on the other side;
but I will wear this unfamiliar smile, and behind it I will hide.
However, I want to go home, because home is where the heart is.
If this was not meant to be, then it never would have started.

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