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I think about him...
it's unhealthy...
a disease —

Constantly coursing through my mind,
Sometimes I have to wonder if he's blind.
Can't he see beneath my lies?

How long will it take for him to notice —
My face that's masked with fake smiles?
Couldn't he see the tears welling in my eyes?
When I tried so desperately not to say goodbye...

Oh how I've tried to hold it in...
I wish I'd told him everything -
I don't know what to think,
I don't know what to do.

But now... he's gone.
He's just a faint memory,
What's the point of trying anymore?

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