Realization.
Realization.
After seven hundred seventy-seven years,
I ran out of tears.
Because suddenly I realized,
That you really meant goodbye.
Now I sit here, empty and alone.
You hurt me right to the bottom of my bones.
You never meant it like that,
Still, you broke up no matter what
And you know, I miss you.
I need someone new,
To fill my daydreams.
Although at night it seems,
You still belong,
In my lifesong.
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