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I knew a lot of things back then,
I had a ton of stories. I had a way out of everything It wasn’t even hard. I had all of the answers, I knew where I would go, I was going to take you with me and I was going to make you mine. We were going to have a life together We had it all planned out. We knew where life would lead us and We had all of the answers. But turned up--things I didn’t know, Like you getting so sick like that. I didn’t know my stories would change. I didn’t have a way out of that one, It was way too hard. I didn’t have any answers (only questions) And I had no idea where to go. Were you even coming with me, still? Would you make it to be mine? We were going to have a life together We had it all planned out. We knew where life would lead us and We had all of the answers. But You got sick. Your life got hard, (and mine did too) We questioned love, and faith and friendship. We got through it. You got better, You got worse. You left me that night. Forever, you were gone. I had so many plans. I knew so many things, But I had no idea that would happen. Line Count: 37
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