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Stare (I Might Not Be Here)


Walk down the halls again It's just another day Boring, Insignificant Breathe in, breathe out... Sigh Head sunk low Hands in pockets I look pretty normal Maybe a bit down But certainly not depressed So you walk on Pretend you didn't see That stare of longing Grasping into your heart Trying to get a hold It told you that Today Is not any other day It told you that I'm drowning My sorrow is crushing It told you Goodbye I won't be here tomorrow I won't be here again Never to pass you To stretch out my heart And hope you will grab Hold Never again To be ignored I refuse to feel the pain Of your Absence Of your silence I will not be here tomorrow
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AodentheMushroomLord97
That was awesome!!!

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