You left.
So we cried.
You caused us pain.
So much pain.
To much pain.
You moved on.
So we cried.
You caused us pain.
So much pain.
To much pain.
Through the lies.
So many lies.
To many lies.
We cried.
Even now,
sometimes,
I still cry.
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Tis hope that keeps us alive. Tis faith that sees us through. Tis love that is our reality(: