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I put one foot in front of the other
I allow myself to follow my body
Never really going anywhere
He is not
I make my way through the press of oncoming bodies
My arms and legs seem to weigh a ton
I'm hearing the dull beating of my heart
He is not
You see me smile
You see me play
I don't reveal I'm not ok
I've become so used to darkness
I'm surprised to see the light
Like wishes from the other side
He is not
An open book lies face down beside me
Depression in the carpet where the chair once stood
However much I comb my memory
He is not
A word from you would cure everything
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