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October 9, 2013

I can feel the bags under my eyes,
He thought he left me to die,
He thought that I poisoned him,
But he can't see in this light so dim,

I can only hang onto myself,
Give myself the light,
I can only hang onto the future,
And bask in this moon filled night,

I can't dwell on what I did,
I can't dwell on what wasn't said,
I need to move on from what we were,
Even though I don't feel so sure,

I need to move on from what we were.