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You turned your back on me today,

and I had no idea what to say,

as I looked into the horizon

saw your back looking at me,

as your feet carried you away.

I sat and wondered for awhile,

at what I did or didnt do to get you,

to treat me this way.

Am I really as easly forgotten as,

a peice of dust?

a perice of paper with words written on it,

that represended the past.

And the worst of it,

the worst of it,

is simply i want it to be diffrent,

and i cant change it,

yet I want to.

I cant accept the present for what it is,

and i push back to what was,

and contouisly get left behind.


You turned your back on me today,

and I had no idea what to say,

as I looked into the horizon

saw your back looking at me,

as your feet carried you away.

I wondered what I could say.





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