DIRTY TISSUES

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"i love you, goodbye" you said
you left me hanging instead
and you expect me to move on
but i want to hold on.

crying and crying and crying
tissues that i am holding
are now scattered on the floor
heart's getting heavier

i cried for help
wanting to get rid of the pain i felt
weak and frail, broken yet hopeful
that someday, somehow we can be together.

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