It will take seven secounds to break me from my thoughts, another seven to wipe the pain from my eyes and fall to the floor. The four minutes of yelling--screaming--will be broken by three of silence, "I'm the one you want to lose."
Seven thousand tears I will withhold for the seven years that it shall take to mend my shattered heart, "It's something that I could never do."
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A view through the rain covered window that is my mind. It may be a twisted view.
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