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If you look for me,
I will not be there.
If you call for me,
I will not answer.
Hold me to find I'm gone,
Wipe my tears
to find they're dry.
All the words I want to say,
pour from my eyes.
The rough, cold drops
redden my cheeks,
and sadden my heart.
My cries for help
echo through
the empty chambers
of my broken heart,
yet no one hears.
I reach out as I fall,
yet no one holds my hand,
so still I keep on falling.
If you look for me,
I will not be there.
If you call for me,
I will not answer.
Hold me to find I'm gone,
wipe my tears
to find they're dry.
Reach out for me,
to find I've fallen.
If you look for me,
I will not be there.
I will be here,
alone.
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