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In the short time I have lived

I've learned how to appreciate

And I've learned how to give.

But in these past few months

There's two I'll remember most

I've learned how to love

And I've learned to let go.

You entered my life with such a force

And left it with one as strong

And though we tried to make it last

We both knew it wouldn't be long.

I lie at night and think about

How I'm the one to blame.

If only I would have trusted you,

I could have missed this pain.

And so I spent each day of my life

With my heart in pieces

And when I thought it could never be cured,

Something happened; I expected it least.

I guess my soul was all cried out,

And it was tired of being used.

And even though I know I'm guilty,

I was tired of being accused.

And so I've learned to end this

Without an urge to cry

These are my final words to you,

"I love you and goodbye." ¢ÃãËéà»ç¹Çѹ·ÕèÃÕ¤ÇÒÃÊØ¢¢Ã§·Ø¡¤¹P Nok  

Great journal.....

Just accept where you are right now and moving on will be easy......don't fight it....

yeh don't fight it

Keep your friends close...... they love you too

cheeeeeeeeeeer up