N I N E

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As the days pass by, if you find yourself slowly slipping away, 
Words fading, conversations turning sparse, day by day, 
I'll accept the silence, though it cuts like a knife, 
But deep inside, I'll hold on to the hope, the flickering light, 
Please, don't utter farewell, my heart begs of you, 
Will our bond endure, or will it slowly fade from view?

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