as the days pass by i slowly begin to heal from the wounds you left once you decided to leave and tare me apart with your words. i remember i see it so clearly as you yelled and shouted to me i cried begging you to stop but you kept on going. i remember how you screamed and screamed it seemed like the world was ending and though you were shouting you had tears dripping down your checks. you where crying but why? was it because you loved me? or was it because you where leaving it all behind and you suddenly noticed all the pain you where enforcing? then you stop screaming and fall to the ground, your silently broken. all i see are your tears rapidly falling and hear you mumbling word. but what you mumbled i dont quit remember. but now your gone so whats the point. as i lie here in this cold white big room it all comes back to me its so clear almost as if i where living it again. i can see you, the room we where in our old house i can hear you it was so real it was frightening. then i here a knock on my door who could it be.
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