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I used to laugh.
I used to smile.
I used to cry.
I used to love.
Now I’m just here,
Without pain or fear.
Without anything at all,
Waiting for you to call.
The only thing that matters,
You’re my anchor.
The only friend who helps
When no one else
Will bother.

Laying in my car
Watching the stars.
The fresh night air
Should be refreshing,
But I can’t care.
The sky should be beautiful, amazing,
But I can’t see it anymore.

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