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I can still imagine you.
It's so different now.
Your features have faded.
Your storms have settled.
I'm glad your at peace.
But what about me?
I'm still in shambles.
Laying on the grass.
Telling myself you weren't an ass.
You really broke me.
I had no one to ask if I was the problem.
Because you always said I was.

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