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crying at night in the memory of what once stood, so much different is it now?, i still cry at the thought of it all being gone, not the fact that i showed you the key to my deepest door, and all you had to do to have it was give me yours but instead you threw it back, but the fact that all the memories we shared are just that...memories, and still crying about regret, regret for the fact i even showed you the key, i knew i should have never even showed you the key, for i know my fragile self, the key you possessed at the time was enough to break my heart, and you handed me back that one too. so this is my retort, if you understand the me, then i can understand the you, i take this key, i and burry it in you, i hope it stings you