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You're my summer; unobtainable.
This winter never ends.
Your ragged hair and your mischievous smile never ceased to lull me into some sort of daze when you walked into the room. Two years later, as you lay in my bed and tell me you still love me, a tear falls down my cheek and breaks me. My heart is now more ragged than your hair.
How many times have I been there for you? You were never there for me. When I needed someone to stand with me, you backed away. When you needed me, I was there. I don't understand how someone who can appear to be so strong is so weak. My heart aches for you, but I'm starting to realize how wrong you are for me. You're great, but I'm greater.
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