Loneliness is his, to have and to hold
Step back, breath he wants not your soul
For he takes as he gives but he takes none from you
Content to let you go
He needs only to exist
Content to die alone
Waiting perhaps
What holds a heart that couldn't possibly love more
What's left to give if its all been given before.
Is there anything, anything true
Was there anything saved for you...
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