Little Toy Trains
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Last published Wed, Dec 11, 2019
The meaning of silence is for you to be happy,
the meaning of tears is I truly loved you.
Now, as the tears fell and felt the bitter salt on my tongue, I understood those words.
I now realize how much I had done for love, only for it to be useless.
But my heart, the one hurting, throbbing against my ribcage, the one that forced tears to fall and cries to hurt my throat, it told me that no, it had not been useless.
That it had been beautiful, even when it had lasted.
If only...
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