Separated Separated from you. Now I'm tore. I'm in two. Why use that figurative speech? My heart has not split or tore. I will not really fall down and die if you walk out that door. If only I could spilt and tare. One becoming two. Then I may have another someone to replace you. Another me perfected imperfection. A small invaluable piece. No more rows or fights. No more you're wrong or I'm right. Separated. Separation. Deprivation. I know it for a fact I will not die without you as pained as it may be. And I also realise I'd be exactly the same with another me. Separated. Accept what's fated. Long been out dated.
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