I look at you, and you still always reply. You were there, all the way through. Following me from behind, conclude your smile. Still left, but just to remind me. How is the atmosphere of the day usually. Please hold my hand, beside me just a moment. And make things all right, just like they used to be. I know you're still there, even when I let you go. You always come back and keep me stuck. Now I understand, it's just me. No one will ever know. How I tried to free myself.
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