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Trisha Martinez Nov 2014
If my heart could write a symphony
All you'll hear is pure cacophony
My heart cried, I was in agony
Oh, the irony
Trisha Martinez Nov 2014
My nights grow colder
As you silently move farther
Burning the bridge we built is getting harder
Many times I've sought the arms of another

I've watched you and now you're better
For that, I'll clap my hands later

— The End —