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January 27, 2010

Almost

Almost just isn't good enough.
I lie back and I think;
that it could have been us.

It was almost you and me.
It kills me to think
of all that could have been.

I should have known better.
Shouldn't have fallen for you.
But right now I'm just thinking...

You almost loved me too.

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