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Why does this hurt so much?

Why do I ache?

Take my soul

I feel so fake,

A thousand miles away from who I am

Even when I'm right in the room

My head is spinning faster than the CD's I waited for

My hands feel like they've wandered off in the grocery store

I keep thinking about the way you and I felt when we were alive

But now you've broken my heart

I divide

Myself

From my body

Who am I

Why can't I speak

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