The silence says more in seconds
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Than i've heard you say in years.
The stain of the past remains-
Try to wash it away with tears.
So weary of the foolish game,
Of searching, finding, to dispose.
I am waiting, waiting... waiting
For our lives to meet... and close.
Your cuts have left very few scars
That i know time cannot heal,
Pain is far better than the numb that
Denying you would have me feel.