If I were to

If I were to go,
Who would it be a bother to?
If I were away,
Would it stop a child’s play?
If I were to die,
Would it be a reason to cry?
Because
I feel this hollow,
And I suddenly can’t swallow
I go low and low
And nothing goes slow
I am not me,
So, who is she?

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