Forever
I can't help,but wonder whether you would have been happier without me.I caused you so much pain,but I didnt mean too.I can't help but wonder,if things would have been different,if we never met.I can't help but wonder,if you ever loved me like I loved you.I feel stupid,because you did so much for me and I never got the chance too repay you.Not telling you,how I really felt,will be my biggest regret.And on your last breath,I wasn't there with you.I am so sorry,you can't imagine how truly sorry I really am.I wake up,with sore eyes and a broken heart.His spirit looks me in the eyes,and says."You repayed me,with your heart."I gave her my heart,and she took it to her grave.Now I wake up,knowing that I did something right.My heart belongs too her,and when I die,we will get the chance too be together.When she promised me forever,she spoke from the heart. Lillian xx
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
I relate... Your writings are straight from the heart... Can be understood...
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shadowlinxxx morgan
@JENOVA JACKSON CHASE thank u it means a lot💕
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@shadowlinxxx morgan welcommeeeee...
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