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Sometimes, I wonder why my life is so blue, 
when I am alone, I think of nothing more than you.
When I look at the dark, a clear sky 
I try to pave the way through the grey.

When did I stop seeing you?
Even when I day dream, 
The more I stand alone, 
the more I see of you.





I struggle to get my thoughts to words, 
I am messed up, that all I can say.
I forgot that you exited in my life, 
I don’t remember when it all started. 

Is it on the day I stopped expecting?
the night when I stop crying anymore?
The mornings when I spared no time?
I know you are long gone. 

I am trying to get to you though
I try at every second of my life now.
I don’t know if I should look for reasons,
all the reasons that I lost you. 

I will keep trying until the day I exist
the reason why you left me, 
The day I start believing that I lost belief, 
in many things called "life"

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