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The silence tells me what she can't,

running around screaming, starting to pant,

deep breaths, wide eyed realization,

i'm the communist country, she's a free nation,

so much frustration, wears me thin,

shutter to think i may be close to the end,

tried to send what i couldn't say,

just kept it off til some other day,

if there's a way to go from poor to riches,

and tell her there is still unfinished business,

tell her since she changed the kisses i receive,

have hit a fatal draught, starting when you leave,

not me grieving, this is me coping,

not me believing, this is me hoping,

that she didn't forget the whole thing, she changed,

so strange she thinks she's the only one who changed.