Ashes and Dust It was meant to be both of us. But I was left. Ashes and dust are all that remain. They say it's not personal. At least that’s what they say. Do they expect us to believe that foolishness? Lies and more lies to cover up your own turmoil. They wonder why I don’t trust; they wonder why I stay quiet. But do they really wonder or do they just not care about me? Let in the dust, wondering where everyone went. Not knowing that they are there, but not with me. It was meant to be both of us. But I was left alone. Maybe it is best to be left.
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