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Eight and a half years of confusion turns into a lifetime of torment.
Of replacing the unreplaceable.
Of questioning the unquestionable.

My life without you will exhausted by the burden of this question
And this question alone. (x2)

And I lay tortured by regret .
Naked without your security.
I reach out and grab hold of nothing but the delusion that maybe, one day, you'll give me the awnsers that I search for.
Naked without your touch, Smile, voice, and love.

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