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I am a ghost,
While I wait in limbo she does not witness my divide,
She attentively listens to he,
Acknowledging his return amongst every comment which passed his lips,
I cry and scream inside,
In times like these I question her heart,
Does it lie via her insistent unconvincing lies?
Who knows?

Show me they who know and I'll trade my life for peace.