What does my suffering matter?
How can the past have a say?
When I can wear a purple hat
And greet each lovely day

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So now, I suppose, I have slept in all of our beds
Alone
Every place that was ours, except one,
I have traveled to because fate led me there
How hard it was, at first
Now...today...I walked out of a door
Behind me was a place that produced
Recollections of a nightmare
Of those times
That one specific morning
I woke up very early (as I sometimes do)
Overwhelmed with happiness and hope
Perhaps, today, we wont fight
Perhaps, today, he wont make me cry
Indeed, today would be the day
Where he'd finally trust me
I bought you all the things you loved
Wrote you a love note (100 reasons why I loved you)
Left it by your restful body
Waited for you down the stairs
Only to have you scream at me
Yell and become upset
When I heard you thundering down the stairs
I thought it was your pure joy I'd greet
Silly me, sitting there as a lady in love does
Smiling to myself and forcing stars into my eyes
You didn't even see what I had done
Last night, when I slept there alone
I woke up far too early (as I sometimes do)
It was pouring rain
I got dressed and did what I should have done
That day in the past
I left, I walked away
Strolling down the road, in a lovely purple hat
Looking at every person in every car that passed
Daring them to be you

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