I never said it.
He doesn't know.
I'll be here struggling,
For god knows.
But he doesn't know.
And that makes it a little less painful.
Unless he reads my words..
Of the things I left unsaid.
That I've left open like my heart,
That I must close like the door,
That was left open.
Move on.
He doesn't know.
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