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I Lost Her
I have let someone down , I have left them to cry with the night. I have left them alone in the dark.
I look back and I can't face them, but I can't run from them either.
These thoughts they need to come out but there are no words for them.
There is no way I could put them to a sentence that could make sense.
But I try.
I have left apart of myself. I left her somewhere in my past. She doesn't want to be found. But I am not happy without her.
I left myself somewhere along the road and I never saw it coming. When I lost her I lost my reason to live, and smile, and try.
Now all that is left to do is cry.