For I cannot stand the sound;
The pitter patter of those footsteps walking on my heart.
The silent cracking of my sorrowed, fragile heart.
I have no other cliche story to tell
Through heaven I've seen hell.
In rain I've felt pain,
But it's nothing to dwell over
I'm used to this game.
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I absolutely loved this part!!! I loved the whole thing. i really miss your poetry!! And you! =] take care, love.

liz =]