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I sat and wondered if it was I that he liked.
or if he had just gotten use to...
the idea of us...
of what we were
and what we always wanted to be.
I thought about the years
and the memories that we shared-
as long as we were together
it seemed that we could get through anything.
I laid down to rest my head but found myself
drowning in thoughts of...
I knew that even though we care
so very deeply
that it has proven to not be enough.
I cried about the love we shared...
praying that we could still share that
but knowing that it had died,
so long ago.
I lay there conquered by these feelings
and I wondered if he felt the same
or really if he didn't feel like I didn't feel.
I stood lost in my own room
our room - it used to be ours...
but I knew then that it was mine
and the house was cold
and I was alone.
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