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"Hey, do you love me...?"
"Of course..."
"For reals?"
"...no"
"Then let's end this game shorty, because I love you"
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We can't turn back time
To us what is time?
One moment it was a nonexistent illusion
The next it was something we wish fervently to stop
But the sands keep falling
I don't think I can do this anymore
Keeping up the pretense
Pretending it's not hurting
Putting on my happy facade for your fake play…
It's not working as well as I want it to
Don't get me wrong
I have tried to move on
But my mind is still there
That moment
That time
While the sands keep falling
Around us they crash down
Like our fragile relationship we knew was doomed from the start
Romeo and Juliet got it better
They at least died with each other
What do we have now?
Endless torture of what could have been and if I had done this
Forever to lament and regret
Don't even have the chance to find reprieve in death
It's a pathetic this meaningless existence of ours
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"So you love me...?"
"Mmmh hmm. Isn't it obvious?"
"I'm sorry then, but I don't love you back"
"Don't lie..."
"I'm not lying, I really don't love you."
"Not that part idiot...the sorry part"
"Oh"
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You would try to hide it
You would try to hold it off
You would try to lock it away deep within your mind like a personal Pandora's Box
You would try all sorts of things
To forget about me
Because you are you
But here I am trying to correct a wrong
But here you are not giving me the chance to
Turning me away
Turning my sandy world to glass
Cold, hard glass
Glass that would never reflect my feelings to you
Not anymore
This is final
Goodbye
Thank you
There were a lot of bad times
But there were good times too
Now there's no more meaning
I'll let myself drown
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"Do you think we could have been something?"
"Maybe...if the circumstances were different"
"Hmmm. If I die would you miss me?"
"I don't know, you haven't died yet"
"How much do you care for me?"
"Less than you do me."
"Ha ha... I knew you would say that."
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While the sands fall down around me
Yes it's been long, and this thing is short. I have no excuses other than procrastination. I am deeply sorry for making no updates, and even more so to the people who have looked out for the next chapter for my other stories and this is not it. I will try my best to get the next chapters up. This is kind of melodramatic and a bit angsty in my opinion. I guess I have some feelings I need to vent out sometimes and this is the format it's going to be in.
I know Toshiro is being a jerk and far from the gentlemanly awesome character we all want him to be but this to me is not that far off from his cold aloof character. Well, in my perspective anyway. I would love to hear (or read) about what you guys think off this. Oh and tell me if this a poem or a story, because I think its a bit of both so I'm not sure. Thank you for reading.
MERCYN
