Letting you walk out of that door,
was my biggest mistake.
Everyday I die again.
It hurts, how much I loved you.
I let you slip away, through the grip of my fingers.
And I regret that mistake.
You were the one who got away;
my soul mate. We were destined. It was fate.
But your gone, and I'm missing not being with you.
But that's the price I have to pay.
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