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Am I empty inside, or do I have a whole world crawling beneath the surface?
Is it a wonderland of everything we did together, everything we were,
Or is it a wasteland of dark streets, flooded by the tears I shed, all its inhabitants chased out
By the blades that pierced the sky and the blood that ran cold?
Is the end of the tunnel just a trick, a false reality?
Can I ever be me again, can I ever look at the pictures in my phone
That highlight the curve of your lip, the blue seas in your eyes, the wisps of hair I so desperately want to brush from your eyes;
Can I ever look at those and be okay?
Can I ever love anyone the way I loved you?
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