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So damn much confusion, the promises, the hopes, the dreams.

Dreams shattered and now we're trying to pick up the pieces of our broken lives.

You promise, I wait, I watch, I hope.

I see, I don't know what I see. You sit, I sit.

We talk, we fight, we argue, but we don't accomplish, really.

I hope that I was right, I hope that I was wrong, I hope that I start to make sense.

I hope that the butterflies go away and that we both smile again.

I hope that I don't regret undoing what I did.

Make me not regret it, make me glad I did it.

Make our lives good again.

I love you. But we need to do this, and do this right.