Gone
Your gone from my sight
By not from my heart.
I need you the most
The right time is now
But I cant be helped now.
Why did you leave me?
I want to know how.
I can get you back.
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Fearing the inevitable is a cowards life.
There fore, I do not fear death...
There fore, I do not fear death...