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It is an insurmountable task,
For me to try to explain what
You really mean to me.
Words are often inadequate,
And cannot translate the
Greatest of my affections,
And the deepest of my feelings
Towards you.
Words are tools,
Learned late,
And laboriously,
And easily forgotten.
There is not always a happy ending,
Neither a tale with no sorrow,
I often blamed myself,
For some unforgivenable reasons.
She would not have known
That I quietly shed tears behind her back
When she told that our story has
Come to an end.
Truth is,I regret.
-Jack-
New Old Times.
For me to try to explain what
You really mean to me.
Words are often inadequate,
And cannot translate the
Greatest of my affections,
And the deepest of my feelings
Towards you.
Words are tools,
Learned late,
And laboriously,
And easily forgotten.
There is not always a happy ending,
Neither a tale with no sorrow,
I often blamed myself,
For some unforgivenable reasons.
She would not have known
That I quietly shed tears behind her back
When she told that our story has
Come to an end.
Truth is,I regret.
-Jack-
New Old Times.
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