With fleet of foot and heavy heart, she left today.
That same day an old friend came to stay awhile, I don't know why I let him in.
His silent voice is like shards of glass inside my head.
My old friend, misery.
Is not my friend at all.
It no that i don't want him to leave,
I just want her back.
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