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How Many Are Left?

How Many Are Left?
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The days go by, how many are left?
Not very many, her life is a mess.
The one that took it all away.
Is the one that I wanted to stay.
I long for her touch, and the heart that was torn.
She keeps taking and taking, until there’s no more.
But now for her, she has found a new friend.
They call it the needle, which will be with her to the end.
I try to help, and she pushes me away.
She is in denial, every single day.
So I just step back, I’ve done what I can.
Now it is up to her, to want that chance again.

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