Till the next comes.

The bags are there
to showed i cried
the ones i dare to hide
just so i can be the bigger person
to make you think
i don't need you
i don't want you
i don't love you
but in the end the scars are there
and the bags
as well as the holes in my heart
my heart aches in pain
do i dare to do this again?
the past is the past
i no this feeling wouldn't last
but its bin a while
since i have seen myself smile.
its hurts
it does
but you have to move on
till the next love comes along.

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