I still look for you,
although you are not there.
I wish this was not true,
and my vision was impaired.
I stand amongst the crowd,
their voices ring aloud.
No matter where I point my ear,
yours can not be found.
It was just a fairy tale,
I wanted to believe.
I heard the stories that they tell,
and went steadfast to deceit.
As the pictures fade.
I still posses the name,
and even as the story changed
the title stayed the same.
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