Don't look at what's become of me.
Swiftly, look away.
Scarred from the pain of losing him.
I live only to die another day.
Wracking my brain for some semblance of truth.
Digging through the worthless clutter.
Hoping to find that old memory
And when my name you did utter.
I hold the key to your heart.
You're my missing piece.
Tell me it's not over...
Please.
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