When all that's left of me are placeholders and labels,
Will you still look at me the same?
When all I've held on chooses to let me go,
Will you lend me your hand?
When everyone turns their backs,
Would you choose to stay beside me?
When I take my last breath,
Would you see me go?
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**Even though I know you would never.