I had you. I had you so many times in so many ways that I lost count but not hope. At least I hope i haven’t lost hope. Not yet. Not so soon. Not when I’m so young.
I loved you in so many people, in so many men, in so many ways. And always on the ones that at some point, whether it was in the beginning, the middle or at the end, something inside would tell me the they were not the one.
I stand, now more reluctant since the last blow. I don’t expect much but I don’t give much as well.
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