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Alone
I keep looking for
the love you never gave
in all my empty pockets.
I push my hands in
to find the warmth you never had
but fall through holes
and scramble to catch
the lies.
the love you never gave
in all my empty pockets.
I push my hands in
to find the warmth you never had
but fall through holes
and scramble to catch
the lies.
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