When you hold so much back it hurts,
When the pain inside is a haunting way to say goodbye,
When your thoughts turn to strangers,
and your behaviors become a danger,
When your life is at a stand still,
and nothing good comes out of blue,
Thats when triggers are set off,
Thats when hearts bet,
Thats when I met you, in an instance,
a glance, a moment, a relapse.
Thats when bombs dropped on Normandy,
While flames shot up in Paris,
Thats when religon was proven wrong.
A fatal tear with your ear close to mine,
another fear set intact with our souls,
A naked truth in death and silence,
both scoarched in forgivness and shame.
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