what do i know?

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he left for his own reasons
but i hold on for the pain
needing more and more answers
even when there's none left to spill.
but what the hell do i know?
about love and sanity?
about peace and calamity?
drowning in my vanity.
the visions of the future
are becoming a blur
and knowledge
murdered me.

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