The past is your memory, you were cheated somehow. They weren't there beside you, so i'll give you my now.It's all for a reason, it all had to be. The way it was written, for it made me, me. I'll keep all my maybe's, suppress all my no's, forget all the what if's and see where it goes. My now and my always, whatever that means. Someone just to cling to and hold in dark dreams. The future, your constant, to call on at whim. Unconditional love from, your disposable him.
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