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Everyone before you, left my memory
Clinging on so tightly, now they've let go of me.
Longing for your arms, where I felt free.
Imagining a world wherein we never parted
Perhaps I would feel better if we never started
Stinging wounds may hurt, but they make me me
Everything I've gone through was worth it now I see.
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