the moment you told me you can't reciprocate that kind of love, made me realize that—
we were never really near;
we were nothing but just a mere almost, but not quite.
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PoetryThoughts. An expression of how I felt, how I bleed, and how I stood. To preserve memories. It's time to breathe. It's time to put these thoughts to rest. My Bible, this is a dedication to you. Thank you for everything. I'm ever grateful.
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the moment you told me you can't reciprocate that kind of love, made me realize that—
we were never really near;
we were nothing but just a mere almost, but not quite.
