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My words are tears that,
flow down through my pen.
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We're dying to live and yet we're living to die.
Just thinking out loud.
Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light
     in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day

But then it is the light that makes you remember.
When my eyes stopped cooperating,
my pen became my best friend.
You were once a piece of me,
now, the 'you' in my poetry.
No tool could replace the one
you killed me with.
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