But it needs to be said.
I will not be able to come to terms
With the fact that
Nothing I've imagined
With you and I
Will come true.
I can't realize that.
And when I can,
And do.
I'll cry.
Because that's what I do.
And I have to see you tomorrow.
And I can't handle that.
I hate myself for that.
The End.
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