The start of nothing

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After being narcotised
She had to rehabilitate
She had to train her heart
To beat without you
She had to learn
How to breathe without you
Preparing for the day
When you would decide
To disappear
'Cause you were never sure
From dawn
But silly her
She trusted you anyways
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