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I died because you didn't want me.

I died because you didn't need me.

Now your kiss and you smile haunt me,

Because I can't shut my eyes.

Your eyes and words hurt me,

So I tell myself lies.

That I don't need you,

Or want you,

Or yearn for your touch.

Some say to think these things,

Is just too much.



But instead, I die.

I died because you don't love me.