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The lights from the candles,
My feelings I can't handle.
If change is around,
When will I be found?
I was lost and you saw me,
Then I was found and you left me.
I thought everything was ok,
But that was just a thought inside me.
I'll always be white,
And you'll always be black.
The feelings that I hold tight,
Hoping that you'll come back.
Burnt all the pages of the books I read,
Erasing all the letters, I'm so fed.
I wish to stop time,
And act like I'm fine, will that be a crime?
I don't want to be immature,
Nor do I want to be a lost creature.
I just want to see you happy,
Even if it's without me.
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