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The world may never know us,

But I will hold us still;

Picture frame on the mantle,

Dust settled on the sill.

And though the fire has died,

The wood is kindled red.

I’ve got a cassette tape playing,

Of all the things you said.

You promised you could heal me,

You’d protect me in the end.

Now, all your words are just afloat,

Running through my head.

Overanalyzing every breath,

My mind is going mad.

You hate I’m not your fantasy,

And, that I’m always sad.

I’m the girl that begged for love,

While you drove away.

You’re too afraid to break my heart,

But you’ve done it anyway.

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