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The symbolic absence
Stings my soul,
Like a snake wrapped around me,

I'd like to go back,
But that is not and option,
The discerning truth is sickening,
To the ones involved
It can be fatal,

But no matter what,
It is gone,
Until both sides come to a conclusion,
Weather good or bad,
It is still,

The answer.

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