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Oh you.
You the one I loved so much
You, who let me believe
that every touch you shared with me
was real,
was never a lie.
It was what let me fly.

But oh you.
You held me so tied.
That at the moment I realised
It was indeed just a lie.
You let me fall
Up from the sky.
So let me tell

Oh you,
I loved so much.
I hope you see all the scars you let behind

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