A Thousand.

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A thousand words couldn't bring you back.
I know this because I tried.
Neither could a thousand tears.
I know this because I cried.
You left behind a broken heart and happy memories.
But I don't want memories. All I want is you.

I can't say I'm angry with you
Because I'm not.
But I can't say I'm happy without you because I'm not.
I happy with the fact that you're happy.
I'm angry with the fact that I'm not.

I cried myself to sleep every night.
But so did you.
I paint on my wrist with a blade.
But you created a masterpiece.
You were sad, broken and alone.
But so am I.
You left me like this.
And I accepted it.

But It wasn't your fault.
I let myself loose to the darkness.
I cry in my pillow at night.
I gave up my happiness and peace.

I have no regrets about what happened.
However, I do only wish for one thing.
A minute.

I wish for a minute to ask you.
How did you do it?
How did you survive with a smile on your face?
How did you keep holding on for all these years?
How?

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