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If you're reading this, tell me you still care.
If you're reading this, tell me I'm not alone.
If you're still here and you haven't left, tell me why you did before.
I don't know if I can look at you
I don't know if I can breathe
All I know are the pretty lies
in your pretty pretty eyes.
We were on the outside looking in
now you're in the inside, and I'm looking out
and you've forgotten everything you ever felt,
everything you ever said.
This saddest part is this isn't new.
The first time you apologized, closed your eyes and said
don't worry it won't happen again.
This second time, you apologize, look away
and uttered no promises, just in case.

A year from now, we'll be scattered in the winds,
like ashes at sea.
I'll have no regrets, but I do hope that you do.