I will not cry
fore it would be in vain
I feel the wound,
the scar, the stain
I feel your soul
so deep within
tied in knots with
mine and my sin
fused and made
in the love we made
in the thickest form
of the game we played
but I will not cry
In case you say goodbye
I will hold that thought
with the pain this wrought
I will smile with the task
behind my spirit mask
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