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Masked Pain Nov 2014
Standing,
Still,
Beneath that tree.
Your eyes meet mine
And I begin to see,
For the first time,
That this won't work.
Your eyes meet mine,
And you crush my dreams
Without a word.
History begins,
Our future ends,
When your eyes meet mine.
“I'm sorry” written on your face,
Sadness on mine,
I leave you standing beneath that tree
As our eyes meet
For the last time

— The End —