Crying all day long,
'cause she seems to be all alone.
Trying not to look awful,
but it doesn't work out often.
Another day has passed,
how long does she need to last?
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She still remember the word you said,
and still have those tears she shed.
It turned out it was all fake,
like her soul which started to fade.
Her happiness is unfound,
like the voice with no sound.
Seen all her dreams disappear,
and fear one by one appear.
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But that's nothing to what she must bear,
still sitting and nothing to hear.
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'I miss you' she could say,
but no, 'couse it was just a pretty play.
She would say 'No, stay.'
but it's not as easy as that day.
All she asks is 'Why',
he replies, and she just cries.
-eyyy..
I wrote poem, 'cause someone would like to read it.
They know who they are.
This is for ya.
