Broken Record

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I kept asking you to stay,
Asking you not to give up on me,
Now I'm crying on the cold hard floor,
Trying to keep the memories at bay,
But they come back,
Every time,
Pushing through the light,
Making sure I only see darkness,
I was sounding like a broken record,
Until I finally became one.

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