Maybe I will cry for days,
Or maybe I'll move on.
Maybe I will weep and wail,
Or act like you're not gone.
Maybe I shall think of it,
Or maybe I'll forget.
Maybe I will rub old wounds,
Or maybe let it set.
Maybe I will sing laments,
Maybe I will smile.
Maybe I will screech in pain,
Or maybe I'll beguile.
Maybe I will crumble, weak,
Or maybe I'll stay strong.
Or maybe I'll pretend I'm new;
I never knew you all along.
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