You
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
You
Leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
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