Three days before my birthday,
My first true love got away.
By then, the only present that I wanted was to be wanted.
As you may already know, I didn't get what I wanted.
In fact, I got what I didn't want.
He's gone.
I cried.
I was so terrified of losing him.
I wanted to win him back.
I decided to just let him go.
That was hard to do,
But when you love someone, you gotta let 'em go.

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