in the back of my statistic notebook
Should I play with the cards,
Or let just burst this feelings?
Keeping my heart shards,
Seems like a hollow painting.
You have found another girl,
And that maiden is not me,
My love for you is now on swirl,
To either let it out or let it be.
There is a clamor in my chest,
Begging me to say it now,
Yet my mind is saying he is just a guest,
So now I don't know how.
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