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As time and damage

Takes its toll on me

I turn around numbly in bed

Tossing and turning,

Tearing open my beating heart

And stitching it back together

With the words you said

Please don't leave me

You said we would be something

You said you wouldn't give up on me

You said we would make it

But the only thing we made

Is a disaster

I no longer feel at home in your arms

I no longer feel at home inside your soul

I no longer feel at peace inside your cold heart


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