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The day you died 

We danced, sang, and laughed until we cried

we filled ourselves with happiness until the sadness did subside

At the end we simply said good night not goodbye

I want to hold 

Both a pen and a sword, 

To find struggle within my words, 

To make pain drip from the ink, 

Trickling onto my palms, 

I don’t know what I should think anymore

you left me standing out on the dance floor

with the best of intentions I go back

finding no difference between false and fact

why does your sympathy

sound like a symphony

that I don’t want to hear?

that hidden part of me

sounds like a harmony

that I can’t even bear

inseparable,

like twists of a candy cane

unacceptable,

how we both became insane

undeniable,

each time I saw you I’d grin