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Every day it gets harder to wake up. To do my hair and my makeup. Every day I wonder if this is the end. Is this the end of happiness, the end of love? Is it the end of the shining from stars above? Is this the end of what it meant to be somebody to someone else? Was I ever somebody's someone, or was I somebody's something A line in a song, but not a finger for a ring? Was I ever anything but a moment in time when you thought you loved me? I wonder if it will get better If the pain will subside and bring sunnier weather? Am I doomed to walk around with a cloud hanging low over my head? But I tell myself every day, it w