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11:11

I can't anymore.
I've tied the blindfold in front of my eyes.
No longer capable to stand here watching you love her.
Having you chose her again
And again.

I'd rather be blind
Walking by you with her
And being unaffected
Ignorant to this dull pain

I'd rather be deaf
Unable to hear the constant playing of v=her victory song.
The song which knows the tune of your heart.
Locking you in her grasp

I'd rather have no hands
Calming the constant jealousy,
That is held in my heart,
When seeing her fingers intertwined with yours.

I'd rather not be able to taste.
To never even been able to taste your lips if pressed up against mine.

Because to never having been able to comforts me,
Compared to never having received a chance.

I'd rather be heartless.
So you would have never been able to break mine...