Every time you leave, a piece of me goes with you.
Over time, I've been reduced to a soft,
quiet murmur. A whisper of a sad tune,
with lost, forgotten words.
Only you could fill me with hope and happiness once again.
Only you could drain it all away so fast.
When you next leave, take me with you.
We could start again, from scratch.
Maybe this time we could
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