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At this time i wish you would drive,

to my house and find the time,

to listen to my spoken word live,

instead of feeling like a long lost dime,

i know it's over, yet can't accept it,

it's long been known you have nothing left,

call the police, it's time to check if

my heart was taken willingly or by theft,

doesn't matter what many others say,

yet i care too much of the little left you text,

i'll stop holding onto this nothing one day,

one way or another there will be a next,

and if not, that's cool, i won't stress,

"what are we doing?" are the words i always fear,

spaces the time between the beats in my chest,

i'll stop holding onto this nothing...one year.