As I remember the way you would look at me,
or say my name in Whispers.
The way you'd always touch my hand,
or tell me that you loved me.
The Whispers that you'd always say
Just to make us private,
or how you'd always remind me I was yours.
Not only do these Whispers drive me insane.
But how you left me broken,
those feelings never went away
Even when you left them unspoken.
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