i don't really know how pain can be measured.

but the pain in The Heart will never match up to how you felt, i guess.

i tried to deceive myself into believing this was just a facade.

a facade so as to let me get back.

but no, it isnt.

the truth unfolds.

reality hits.

and what's left behind,

is just a smile behind tears,

and an act of nonchalance.

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Dear Lord,

please help me get out of this. You are the only one i can confide in now. Please...

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I'll never bug you for it again.

Just so my sense of anticipation can be prolonged..

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whatever is happening...

what's wrong with me...

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