My darling,
Won’t you look at me?
It’s like I’m here but not here,
Like I exist, but not in this world.
Won’t you see me?
Like dust that has become nothing,
I am there, but not really there.
Fading, disappearing.
Turn around,
Turn around one last time.
This pained heart of mine,
Turn around and look at me,
One last time.
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