Are you a figment of my brain playing with me?
Messing with my head?
Because I don’t know who you are anymore.
Where you are or what you’re doing,
You must be.
Were all those promises you made just a lie?
That you’d be there no matter what?
Because you aren’t here,
And neither am I for you.
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