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Standing amidst the crowd,
I’m lost and I need you to save me. You hold my hand and take me home. ‘It’s yours, not mine’, I cry. ‘None the difference, now that you are mine.’ Only lost then, now betrayed, not knowing where, I run. The footsteps grow close behind, and all I see is a car on the road. Waking up from deep sleep, I flutter my eyelids to see. There she is, the love of my life, looking down at me. I cry endless seas while she holds my hand, kisses me , all is well. I lift my gaze to look outside. There he is, standing in the lobby, tears in his eyes tell a different story. My eyes say "that wasn’t me", his reply "neither was I".
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