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She held me in her arms, whispering,
"I love you..." as if she's touched my heart.
It'd be a wrong timing to cry at that moment,
so I tried and tried not to fall apart.

That was the best thing
about the second weekday.

"You wouldn't have to worry about it.
You wouldn't have to feel so down.
Love yourself, honey...."
Her words carried me to
the placidity of this chaotic world.
She added, "... 'cause I do."

And it felt like everything else
around me finally rhymes
with the sounds and words I wanna hear.
It didn't mean to be bitter;
it didn't mean to be salty,
but look how justly sweet is my tear.

I don't like it when I see her that way.
She doesn't deserve those things.
It's not fair for her that she sees me having
everything looking difficult and
everything trying to strike me down.
With her, I'd like to escape this town.

She held me in her arms, whispering,
"I love you..." as if she's touched my heart.
It'd be a wrong timing to cry at that moment,
so I tried and tried not to fall apart.

But I did break down.

And I might be doing this wrong,
but that was the best thing
about the 23rd hour.

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