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CHAPTER I
I sit in my most comfortable way, cross-legged, on the garden bed just steps away from the back door. It's about 5 in the morning and some light can already be seen on the horizon. In just a few moment's time, noise will swallow us once again, noise from the traffic, noise from the loud music of the shops down the streets - that's Manhattan, the heart of the bustling city of New York City. That is why I've come out to enjoy a moment of silence, and of peace; kind of reflects myself, I guess. I've already decided. Once the noise begins, I'll be heading back to the parlor t
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IrreplaceableIrreplaceableIrreplaceable
Pressing rewind back to when we intertwined 'Cause it seems like this never left our minds Tell me again why we came to a halt and stopped
Beliefs; what do you even believe in Relieved; is that how you would feel if we never talked again,
never, ever
I can always find another you I'll have you replaced I'll find another you You're not irreplaceable
What happened?
What changed your mind? What caused you to leave this behind? My hopes are dashed but yours are slashed
I can always fi
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TruthfullyTruthfullyTruthfully
It's like I'm in a black hole, all alone wanting someone to care, wanting someone to hold I feel like I'm always absorbing and taking in all the sadness I'm waiting for someone to help me unleash this waiting for someone to give me relief
I want to break all those happy family potraits they're all superficial I want to get out and ask everyone else truthfully
Am I alone Am I the only one feeling sorry Take it all away plaster and bandage this broken heart Am I alone to face world on my own Tell me, truthfully, the an
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