My heart is not crying,but my heart has started to ache.
It aches in nothingness,
nothingness at dawn.
The end of a day, long after dusk,
thick in the night,
I crawl into bed.
There, I shall be free,
free from the blame,
blame that I must bare.
Sorry for saying that I love you
despite the fact that I don't know what love really means.
It's aching.
My heart is aching.
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