What if there was a way
To make you stay?
A way to buy
My desired reality?
What if there were means,
Of holding on to remains;
A massacre of the pains,
Shot through our fine veins.
What would it cost me,
To have you back in time;
To keep you in my life,
Not sent away, somewhere...
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