And I wake up alone

And sometimes I can’t sleep…

And sometimes I remember holding someone so tight afraid to let go Just in case they might shatter into a million pieces,

And then I remember waking up alone.

The only difference now, is that my arm where the weight of all your burdens I carried for you would rest, doesn’t hurt anymore.

I wake up alone, and it’s not sad anymore, like it used to be.

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