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I think I made you up inside my head

because nothing else was real

And you

 �" held me

and kissed numbness away.

 

But you told her we were nothing and,

I thought I made you up inside my head

And I

�" gave everything

now left inside this hollow shell.

 

Though broken �"

I’ll pick myself up,

I will

 �" carry on.

with or without you.

I am not yours;

�" not �"

lost in you.