Windows
My face resembles a window,
My heart resembles a brick wall,
She lookes at me,
And says nothing at all,
I am afraid of loosing her,
But no one can tell,
My face resembles a window,
But really it's all about the sell,
Holding everything inside,
My insides are going to explode,
But yet no one knows this,
I'm in that silencing mode.
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