Life goes on...
even though you are gone.
I am broken with pieces shattered here and there.
My body goes through the wear and tear.
How could you; you left me alone.
You promised me you wouldn't, and now...I cry and moan.
You deserted me,
How will I be?
Life goes on...
and yet, I feel so withdrawn.
I'm getting older and time keeps going.
It is flowing and flowing.
I stand here,
looking in the mirror.
You deserted me,
but I CAN BE!
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