With crude utters, 

I wanted, I tried, to block out the endless hatred.

The late night lyrical whispers turned into coarse arguments.

Our own feelings overshadowed,

plummeted into toxic lies of the heart.

Silent in their path, leading the way of heartbreak.

"How can I fix this...us?" His tone desperate and dry, trying to catch my falling gaze.

I let out a quiet wavering breath between my lips. 

Can you repair a clock that has shattered itself?

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