untitled no. 2

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i looked over, but could not see

for he is the one that blinded me.

i yell out his name, but he doesn't hear.

he is not gone, but he doesn't feel near.

he's drifting off and so i can tell.

he's known forever, so very well.

 so i act like it doesn't get to me,

but inside i'm alive, yet dying to be 

                             her.

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