breathing down my neck.
What will become of me.
When the light burns my eyes,
and you're not here next to me.
Why am I not surprised?
Why do I cry such tears?
I am the fool that shall be fooled no more.
Leave me be in peace,
the damage is done now,
just let me be alone.
In the words of a golden legend,
whose lips gazed upon the silver screen,
"If I am going to be alone, I would rather be by myself.'
The pain stops here.
All that is left here is,
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