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We sat in silence for an hour, maybe more, I lost track of time
The words we threw were still between us, hanging there, a fragile line
I thought about my suitcase, where it sits, how easy it would be
To fold what's left, to walk away, to let this be the end of me and you, you see
But every time I stood up, my feet refused to move
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