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There's a part of me still left in you,
But you can't see it,
Your clueless and cruel to my aching love for you,
And I can't even begin to explain this aching and dying obsession,
With pain i feel from you,
But its for the best i say as I jump off the long narrow bridge,
Into water as cold as you.

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