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When you are gone so am I.
I will not remain behind being groped by burning hands.
If you shall return as you say, perhaps you will find me.
Just look down the road where teardrops flood the broken promise.
The shell you will leave me in may be in pieces but if you are true then your actions will restore me and I will forever be your possession.
HA!!
What the hell am I saying?
There may be truth in lies but what lies here is broken promises.
So tell me some more truths and utter your wicked laugh as you watch the pain shatter my pupils and leave behind puddles of broken dreams.
