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| Why do you hurt me so? Are you trying to erase me from your memory? Was I that cruel to you? Did I hurt you even half of what you've done to me? The rose that I gave was returned. Do you think that I wanted it back? Was it supposed to bring me comfort? You gave me back the wings that I had gotten for you. Why do I need them? It's not as if I can fly with them, Not feelings as though I were made of lead. Even my heart, that was given so freely, was given back. A little worse for wear, Blacker, craked, and only half there. Yet you still returned it to me. But the things that I needed the most were denied to me. The friendship that we had. The friendship that once meant so much to you. Where is it now? It's been thrown away, and may never be found again. But the most important thing was destroyed. It was something that I hadgiven to less than a handful of people. I thought that it was safe with you. I thought that you were different than everyone else. I wish that I'd have been right. I wish that it would have been kept safe. But what I wish the most is that I could have back what was destroyed. That I could have back my soul. Maybe one day it will return to me. Maybe........ |