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I know these words will never meet your eyes. Just buried grief in thin disguise. Four years , I’ll miss, whether that was the true you it’s unknown. I mourn that ghost, not who you’ve shown. I know my faults I know my share, But loss weighs less when you don’t care. No kin, no friends, no place to run, just fading hope beneath the sun. Id still choose To return to another silent suffering.
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Kk
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