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These days,

When you walk into a room

I leave it .

And I cover my pain.

When I think

You might see it.

I speak quietly of your name

With fairness, and grace.

I hold onto my pride

I put on a brave face.

You were everything to me

While I was just empty.

My touch begged you to feel me

While you just felt nothing.

Months and months,

Of candle burning,

and star gazing,

And mid night crying

In another mans arms

Who, who do you think you are

Only God and the devil

Can show me harm.