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the final setting for the sun makes up for my hands becoming numb from the exasperating task of holding your hand. Make me forget what makes me dead. Carry me up to a quiet hill and remind me why you love me so. Family and friends are withering to make you grow. Their tears are what makes you grow. I'm just the pit of despair you've taken root in. It's not so you can sleep at night but an honest way to live my life.
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