this world will never stop turning
and those that have left us
we’ll never stop missing
it’s inevitable to say,
I will one day be missed,
maybe not by you, but someone,
somewhere, I may of caught
in a moment of bliss,
coincidentally glancing
the same time I caught their eye,
is it such a sorry tale
to of lived and died
having found no heart to fit
tighter than the one that beats
inside this beaten spirit
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