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Please, Don't leave

The door is wide open
And your stuff is packed
your moving around with cation
holding your feelings back
the wind whirls around my hair
while i drop to my knees
i gave you everything
i gave you me
my heart is pounding
and you look at me with brown eyes
no one dares to speak
i just choke back my screams
could i have changed this?
was it you or me?
You walked out just a step
looking in the distance
with a blank stare
i whisper the only thing i could
please, Don't leave
you closed the door.

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