my hand
clutched at my heart
a strong grip
to numb the pain
as it appeared
my fort
still holds
the well of tears
threatening to pour
oh how long can i endure
all triggered
by a mere glance
in the wrong way
even after so long
i thought i was whole
alas
i assumed wrong
now i am forlorn
clutched at my heart
a strong grip
to numb the pain
as it appeared
my fort
still holds
the well of tears
threatening to pour
oh how long can i endure
all triggered
by a mere glance
in the wrong way
even after so long
i thought i was whole
alas
i assumed wrong
now i am forlorn
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