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The silence is my torrential violent thoughts, as the rain is my teardrop symphony. I find no ability to break down anymore and I seem to hold myself up in the strangest of ways. But why did you have to leave me like this? Why did I have to scream your name to hear you whisper goodbye so softly that I almost missed it? You watched me feel and care for you so much, and back in the days where we were to be wed, I wished so much that you would stay with me for one more minute before you went outside to smoke that ciggarette, even when you would come back in from the cold and tell me you missed me. Your hands were cold but somehow when you touched me, I felt warmer. My heart elevated into states that I didn't know before, and you made me feel perfect, even when your breath would be smoky. It just worked somehow, and I don't know what to say anymore other than I still feel that way, and one word from you makes my heart ache for you even more. Don't tell me you have to go, don't tell me you can't let this happen, because you goddamned well can stay with me and you better fucking stay with me, because my heart can only break so many times before it's beyond repair. It's broken twice for you, and I know there will be a third, your inevitable end, but I'll take the third times charm with just one grain of salt, and I'll be okay, because if you have to go, I want it to be in my arms.