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Its called being retarded
When Im back where I started
I sit down, broken-hearted.
I feel so retarded
Im dumb for holding a flower
Watching it bud
But never bloom
Unwittingly growing
A flower of gloom.
Unknowingly pursuing
A love that was false
And you came along
And just finished things off.
I knew you were separate
From you, that I dreamed,
If only I hada
The reasoning to see
That you werent
Loving me.
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