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You know
            she cries
                    I've seen her
                                    in the night
                                                  Her tears burn
                                                                    like the acid
                                                                                   in her eyes.
                                                                                                 She loved you
                                                                                                                                                     Like I loved her.           But she never knew
             She was infatuated      
                                    by someone else
                                                     by you.
                                                               She knew I saw
                                                                             her acid tears fall
                                                                                            she never knew mine
                                                                                                               fell too.
                                                                                                                          She was infatuated
                                                                                                                                           by someone else
                                                                                                                                                                by you.
I saw the scars
                you left behind
                               but she never saw
                                               my scars,
                                                         that's because
                                                                     they weren't visible,
                                                                                      but if you saw them
                                                                                                       on the inside
                                                                                                                     you'd see
I went for a walk today
my mind lost amongst music and dreams,
It's difficult knowing you have a purpose,
but struggling to know how it shall be fulfilled.

But I carried on, mile after mile,
the long grass stroking my boots,
the wind tunneling my sound
and in that moment in time,

I looked up,
the clouds,
why is it that I always manage to find solace in the clouds,
their beauty, their formation,
their whisps, their depth,
their freedom, their wings.

— The End —