The splattering rain outside
Covers the sound of my sobs
My eyes may seem dry to you
but the tears flow in my heart
Piercingly painful it is
A hurt that no one knows,
Or can they see
Or will they care.
It was good while it lasted
But the time has come,
To break free, to fly off
To disassociate from you.
What will my future be,
Without you, without us?
Life surely goes on
Walking our separate paths.
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