Grief

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My memory, the bad taste in my mouth, I have to let you go

I can no longer hold you in me, I have to set myself free... I have to let you go

Its time, time for me to realize the truth...their is a reason I'm still here

You're gone and all that remains...all you left me were these broken glasses

For so long I've been sitting here, trying to fix these glasses...trying to see what I wanted to see

I didn't want to believe it, but I've killed myself long enough...I have to let you go

Your voice is fading, your touch is gone... you're gone

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