that I wasn't the one.
Yet I seemed to get my hopes up
for something as simple as that.
He didn't care,
just kept on saying sorry.
Even if he knew deep down that I was crying.
And he was the cause.
That was my dream...
But it felt so real.
I even felt the dried tears on my cheeks this morning.
Why do I fall for these stupid,
not-real celebrities?
I may never know.
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