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Her eyes are
worn and
heavy,
Her legs
drag across
the floor,
As she
stumbles
into her bed
And she
dreams that
he's still
here...
breathing...living...but
he's gone.
For too long
now...he's
gone.
And she is
broken.
He stole her
everything
and carried
it with him,
into the
abyss where
he lies for
countless
hours.
A thousand
days in the
desert,
skin melting
from
unbearable
heat,
couldn't
compare to
loosing him.
But he's
gone...
For too long
now...he's
gone.
And she's
broken.
So she
slowly
begins to
move on.
From the
nights she
lies awake,
From the
days she
walks alone,
And from the
minutes she
wastes
looking for
him.
She loses
the memory
of his face,
his scent,
his touch.
Because he's
gone now...
For too long
he's gone.
And she is
broken.
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