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I still reach for you
in the dark of the night. I still wake up with tears in my eyes. I call out your name in the deepest of sleep, Crying for promises you didn''t keep! All your whispers of love; were they just pretty lies? Were you waiting to run while holding me tight? Was is something I said? Was it something I did? Did I love you too much, not enough? Is that it? Was I fooling myself? Was I truly so blind? That I couldn't see you would leave me behind?
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