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Crying by myself
To myself
I lie

That there is truth
In these dreams
I try

To let go
And hit the ground
I die

The ground blue
With tears
I cry

Myself to sleep
At night
I wake

To find my lies
In a piece
I break

These promises
Held tight
I take

My one last breath 
And chance
I ache

For you

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