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Holding On

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I so desperately wanted you to love me; me and only me.

Though it seemed liked I moved on, I always had a some hope.

Hope that you’d one day change; if not for me for yourself.

Once that change came you and I would be as one.

But it seems the future I had for us, is far gone.

There’s nothing to hold onto any longer.

Our love has moved on.

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