All these times you thought you were alone,
I was there,
well, that was an understatement,
I was always there.
Yet you never saw me,
for I was plain and simple,
I was well... me.
Secretly caring for you across the stars,
even if my life was tediously ajar.
How my life wasn't well,
for you were blind,
that's all I can tell.
Why is life this cruel?
Why is my life as rough as hell?
Someday you'll long for my presence,
but then on,
you'd see no more traces of me.
Now you've got nothing,
for you left the girl who made you her everything.
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PuisiIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
