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Once the view is towards left.
When he was too dumb to separate,
What was real and what was farce.
When she was too blind to insinuate,
The emotion he's been showing was unique, scarce.
She just didn't want it.
When he had smiled and waited for every reply,
She had not even a speck of interest to spare.
When she looked at the messages and thought it was just another lie,
He'd tucked himself under his blanket, just plain out of despair.
He just had to push it.
When he finally said sorry for ever causing trouble,
She said it was all good, all alright.
Now he just looks at her messenger bubble,
Hoping he actually gets through the night.
They finally ended it.
What was real and what was farce.
When she was too blind to insinuate,
The emotion he's been showing was unique, scarce.
She just didn't want it.
When he had smiled and waited for every reply,
She had not even a speck of interest to spare.
When she looked at the messages and thought it was just another lie,
He'd tucked himself under his blanket, just plain out of despair.
He just had to push it.
When he finally said sorry for ever causing trouble,
She said it was all good, all alright.
Now he just looks at her messenger bubble,
Hoping he actually gets through the night.
They finally ended it.
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