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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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