Yorelzinala

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I find it hard to believe
It’s all too real
Believed only to be deceived
Sigh of relief
Only in grief
Do I see the truth in your eyes?
Or just lies?
Part of me dies
As I see you hit the floor
So I’ll walk out the door
I won’t look back
I can’t turn this around.



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