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still trying to hold on; Though their flesh still touched, already he was gone. Not knowing how it happened when she had lost his heart; Their moments spent together now, felt like they were apart. If she only had the courage, and could somehow find the voice; She'd ask him where he'd like to be if she gave him the choice. Was there someone else he wanted, he seemed so preoccupied; Afraid to ask too many questions, Yet trying to hold on to pride. Her nights a long dark battle, no longer able to sleep; As she held on to a lover No longer her's to keep. Afraid that in the morning, with the early light of dawn; She'd reach her arms out for him, finding he'd already gone. Not wanting to know the answer to where he longed to be; But he had already left her, even if he wasn't free. 
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