two years

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Young me didn't know you were going to leave, But you left. You didn't leave on purpose but forcefully taken away. You left us for two years and I didn't know what would've become of us.
It’s been two years and some odd months When he passes and asks what I’m doing “Nothing” Really, I’m talking to him. I smile when he talks to me His eyes are deceived again
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