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I Still Think Of You
  There are parts of you that are slipping away
  Through my fingertips as if you were sand
  Yet pieces of you lay buried deep within
  Your name still written across my hand
  In the treasure chest locked within my heart
  In the empty corners of my brain
  Your vignettes fade in and out
  In the emptiness locked flowing through my art
  In the lost joy of the rain
  Your silence makes my heart shout
  I'm hanging on to what's not mine anymore
  And you're doing the same with me
  Yet neither of us refuses to let go
  So we're stuck in this loop endlessly
  Tell me, darling
  What is it we're fighting for?
  Or are we simply afraid to be alone?
  But I won't ever be alone again you see
  Not with the memories of you forever haunting me

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