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I cry. For my helplessness. For all the things I can’t change. |
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Happiness remains elusive. |
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Good-bye doesn’t mean forever. |
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Throat aches with unshed tears. |
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I don't want to talk. |
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As long as one person remembers you, you're never really gone. |
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Death gave her what life took away. |
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ℓєт мє вє ємÏтч αиd ωєιgнтℓєѕѕ… мαчвє ι ωιℓℓ fιиd Ïєα¢є тσиιgнт |