The gifts you gave me
I still hold on to them
Like a prize possession
That I can't seem to let go of
And I can't let go of you
Just yet
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I am happy for you
As much as I ache
For the heart that will never be mine
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I need to talk to you
To sleep
Like chamomile tea
It's bitter
But I'll drink it everyday
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(so these are work in progresses that I won't work on anymore since I've run out of ideas for them therefore why they are all in one post. It's been sitting in my drafts for a week so why not)