the realization

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there was a day when I wished you would tell me something I wanted to hear. when you would apologize
for every wrong thing that made your love disappear. the images and time i spent creating were clouded
with film and fog, and I've had enough patience waiting for them to pass on.

where were you when I called a hundred times, and begged for you to lay by my side? where were you
when my legs trembled outside your apartment door, and I sobbed for hours on end without nothing but a voicemail? how do you expect to caress my heart, with a voice so unworthy of holding it?

"just hold on, I will fix everything" you say,

well I'm sorry to say, I'm busy trying to call someone back who never cared anyway.

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