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[breakdownxkilla]

as i sit alone, turning blank pages
wondering where did the time go
i came across your face and then i remembered
time was invested in you and now i'm left reckless
tired and weary and bitter from the scorn
you are a constant reminder of love turned dead
i regret not the words i said to you
but only that i had not said them sooner
for time is a precious gem that leaves much to quickly
when you see me do not expect the same man from the last time we spoke
he is long gone now
in his place stands what you see now
a heart with no place for you