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I notice you sitting by the window,
Your reflection looking back,
The tears in your eyes starting to pour over your eyelids onto your face,
Streaming down the side of your check,
Thinking is this really who I am meant to be,
Or am I someone who was meant to do more than sit here and be thieved from those who loved me by leaving me to sit alone in a damp cold room.
Till I see a ghostly reflection starring through the window pane of the misery upon your grave face.
I finally notice that you shall never be alone.





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