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After you’re gone
I can listen
But that doesn’t mean
That I can hear
I could eat
But who says
I’m hungry
I breathe deeply and true
But suffocation
Is a terrible death
You broke my heart
Scattered the pieces
To the four winds
I should hate you
I won’t stoop to your level
Just leave me be