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Your words are cold,
to match your freezing heart.

Spitting words,
flying at me.

Ripping apart my heart,
as if they were razor blades.

Tears pouring,
like the flowing rain.

Once again,
they fly at me.

I don't understand,
and you can tell.

It's over,
you simply say.

Now surrounding me,
a pool of tears.

Numb and cold,
feeling as the dead wash over me.

You try to comfort me,
but your comfort is unpleasing.

I runaway,
running for a million miles as to seem.

Never turning,
to look back at what we had.