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please please me

the story is left unfinished. can't bear to give it the happy ending i always wanted.

i had a dream last night. it wasnt about you.

i was in ecstacy but it didn't hurt when i knew it wasn't real. i've grown so much this last year. i have all i need.
i suprise myself sometimes
when this all started i wanted this as much as you. my needs have changed but you remain the same. i'm moving on. you do anything to keep my close, its stopped being about us and now it's all about you.
do you remember your words?
you'd live to let me shine?
you were wrong and i was wrong to believe you.
you can set sail to the west if you want to
i'm on the shore, ready
but your anchor holds me back.
you're like a child.
how could i leave you?
i want you to be happy.
but i want you to want me to be happy
open your eyes.
let me go.
i wont leave you.
i want you
but i'm a different person now

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