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Not the Same
You took the small change from my pocket
Skimmed the surface of my mind
You didn't know my glass was empty
When you raised yours to better times
You couldn't see that I was fading
Falling deep inside myself
Letting go, deteriorating
You never saw inside my hell
You grabbed my shirt when I walked out
I spun around and shook you off
You told yourself that you could help
That you could make me what I'm not
And I think we can agree
That you were better off that day
Because the man that you once loved
Was not the man who walked away
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos
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