I sit here quietly,
As tears stream down my cheeks.
I wipe them away silently,
But my dry hands leave wet streaks.
I loathe in all this pity,
And simply wish I could die from the pain.
But honestly I think,
Is this truely my loss or my gain?
I don't know why you've walked out,
Or maybe then again I do.
Maybe it's the fact that I wanted you,
Forever just to soon.
 
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