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I thought I needed "it"

That I couldn't live with out, not even for a bit

The need, the want, the thought so pure

But now that I have "it" I'm not so sure

Dust of disapointment swept off the floor

But the feelings I felt I don't feel them anymore

I know the words will cause pain, this I fear

But I know it's the words "it" needs to hear

I'll think about "it" make sure I'm right

For "it" to hate me, I think that "it" might

I didn't think it would ever be like this

And now I'm left with just one wish

The wish, not to be haunted

By what I THOUGHT I wanted.