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disapointment has no color no shape nothing except enough force to prevent one from breathing or thinking or anything
WHY DO YOU SHOW UP AT THE MOST INOPPORTUNED TIMES AND EXPECT ME TO THROW EVERYTHING ELSE OUT THE WINDOW FOR A FEW FLEETING MOMENTS. WHEN YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO(OR DO YOU?) THAT AFTER YOU ARE GONE I WILL STILL BE LEFT WITH THIS FEELING IN THE BOTTOM OF MY STOMACH THAT TELLS ME IT IS TIME TO LET GO. LET GO BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MANY LATE NIGHT PHONE CONVERSTATIONS AND GOOD INTENTIONS YOU LAYED OUT ON THE TABLE-WE ARE NO LONGER IN THE SAME LIFE. I CAN SIT AND THINK ABOUT THE PERFECT DAY THAT YOU LEFT ME YOU LEFT EVERYONE DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU MISS ME IT WAS YOUR CHOICE TO GO DON'T TELL ME HOW ALONE YOU ARE AND THAT THERE IS NO ONE THERE QUITE LIKE ME I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOU TO LEAVE, AND I DIDN'T BEG FOR YOU NOT TO GO BECAUSE EVEN WHEN I SAW YOU EVERYDAY I KNEW THAT I YOU COULD NEVER HAVE ONLY ONE I DON'T PLAY HOT AND COLD. I PLAY GIVE AND TAKE ALL I DO IS GIVE AND NEVER GET ANYTHING TO TAKE DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED WHEN I TELL YOU SOMETHING CAME UP-THE DECISION TO NOT BE A PART OF SOMETHING YOU THINK YOU STILL HAVE EVEN THOUGH IT IS STILL HARD FOR ME TO SAY GOOD-BYE.