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codependent

everything we had is dead
your face is nothing
yet here you are,
walking through piles of ashes
working to light a spark
nothing.

I never told you
I was tired of holding you up
You were so good at falling
failing
building up dreams
then crashing and burning
and you are burnt again
waiting for me to carry you.

I like standing on my own.
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