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A little mixed feelings

a lot of good cries.

But maybe together

we won't compromise

over past mistakes

and broken promise.

Like when I held your face

to look into your eyes,

to say I'd never hurt you,

and that I'd always compromise.

So we can be together

whenever and wherever.

How things change

and then fall apart

But I promise that my broken heart

will live on with a piece of you

as my counterpart.

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