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What was it?


What was it?

Was my life your life.

Where were we in time.

Nothing changed but you.

I am who I am and you knew that.

What was the worst thing I did.

I think the worst thing I did was falling.

Falling down an endless hole never wanting to climb out.

Or was it learning to love again.

Or was it being a job for you.

What was it for you?

Was it more than an excuse.

You gave me many.

What was it for you?
I had love at first sight once. It was a lot of work to maintain, suffice to say and when one person isn't feeling it anymore, it's hard to let go. So I got into poetry and it was a great pain reliever. I could be creative and have fun or just cry a river of words.

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