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A special bond she called it
Inseparable she described it
But that's not the case anymore, now is it?

Our special bond was barely hanging on

The threads threatening to give in at any moment

Given the time we spend pretending, pretending that there's nothing going on, that everything's okay

I sometimes find myself wondering if you still believe in your words

I was the dark night sky while you were the star that shined so bright but then again you weren't going to shine with my absence.

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