So how is it possible?
For you to leave me..
What happened to everything?
All the words said?
All that love you showed me?
I sometimes think you could change...
But with time I realized that the way
I looked at you.. has faded away.
It was magic... but the magic is gone.
I made myself a movie in my head.
And at some point I loved you...
But now, I have to say goodbye.
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