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still there

so i've blocked you from medias
just to save my own ass
from getting torn apart
I've got to make a new start
so i sent some messages
and set up a hates stage
 but only because i couldn't move on
only because you aren't gone
from my heart
i have to start
a new
i can't be stuck on you
forever, I've got to
i hope that you can forgive me
if i said anything mean
but i had to do that
know that i lied on a cold mat
and cried a lot the night i blocked that name
i know things haven't been same
between you and me for a long time
but i just can't whine
on forever about our separation
that relation we had was long gone
but i just still can't move on
but I'm done
with being same weak ass
i want to crack
jokes with the person i love
i want those cupids dove
to strike my heart again
so i did it for my own selfish sake
but you will always be there
in my heart somewhere...
#promise
-yakaa: jujaan

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