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Thirty days it's been
Thirty days it’s been
Since I knocked on your door
The cold chill of silence
As I found you on the floor
Surrounded by the sea of rubble
I haven’t yet cleaned up
Empty places where you once walked
All remind me of those cuts
That night is like a dark dark wave
The memories drowning me
I hear your voice all the time
I find it hard to breathe
Thoughts crashing around in my head
Was it me who let you fade?
Did I mean to leave you all alone?
And supply you with the blade
It’s hard to think you’re really gone
And you’re never coming back
You didn’t even leave a note
You really stabbed me in the back
I guess you never thought ahead
To realise I’m nothing without you
Despite the string of “I’m Okays”
Now it’s me who needs the rescue

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