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I sit here as the clock hits Twelve; the moment everyone has been
Waiting for. They sit with family and loved ones yet I do not sit with you.
We don't speak but somehow, I know you're not thinking
Of me. And it hurts to say, I always think about you.
And I lie here cold in the early morning with such little
Sleep to my name. The things you said repeating in my mind,
And the things you showed me rolling down my cheeks
In tears, filling in my broken pieces.
Because sitting here with emotionless expression
Is the first time I've allowed myself to cry over you.
It's the first time you told me that you loved me,
But tears shed because I knew you didn't mean it.
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