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When your internal shrieks and screams
are so deafening,
Yet your voice stays so soft and gentle.When your cry is a painful one
that you clasp your hands on your chest.Hoping that this time, somehow he will try to clean the mess
and wipe your tear-stained face.
I am able. I am powerful.
Yet when I see your eyes, I stumble.I lose my gripand all I can is weep
Distance is what I want.
But distance from you is something I just can'tYou will always be my weaknessBut if weak is what I am to you,Then, maybe it's about time I stop being clueless and start letting you go.
When I chose you,
I chose happiness too.Now that we seemed to grow apart,
should we still choose to be stuck or we rather be smart?