I listen to the words,
it cuts me to thirds.
My mind is broken,
from what he has stolen.
My mind is torn,
and I am gone.
Gone to think, cry and weep,
I thought he was the one to keep.
'Are you ok?' is the question,
'I am fine' is my expression.
'I need to go' I say quickly,
I say as I cannot see clearly.
I hang up the phone and rush out the door,
my mind is at war.
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