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The tears who never come out
State of an utter illusion
Dubiousness from the bout
I miss the times of emotion

Here I am alone being in a croud
Numerous mistakes keep stinging
Restraining whispers which are incredibly loud
Inside goes me another world which I am scared singing

Apologies as it is hard to say
If I am above or under water.
Although it is effortless, we are the prey
I don’t know why? I wish I could ask the plotter.

The one you possess, or have by with you, shall never be missed. The contrary happens and it should happen. Enjoy the feeling of not having someone who doesn’t fit with your source within.
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