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The Daily War
Snap.
It’s the sound a pencil makes
As it breaks
In a crowded classroom
That person walking down the hall
Smiling and talking
Even though that person is
Covering up it all
No one knows what she sees
What she hears
She can hear those whispers
She can see those faces her peers make
When they think she’s looking away
She weeps at night
Her tears hitting her pillow with the weight
Of a thousand hearts
She slips from his grasp
Shes now gone forever
And hes left with a big hole
That can only be filled by her love
But she is gone
Gone forever till the end
He loved her and always will
Forever till the end of time
