This is a time,
that last year i lost.
A time when I cried,
and no one knew.
I kept her a secret
untill it was to late.
I lost her
in a game.
One that I did not know how to play.
I ended up hurt
inside and out.
But she ended up dead.
Very few knew
that she exsisted.
But no one knew
when she was alive.
It hurts
to talk about her.
Because i never even got the chance
to hear her cry.
She lived inside of me.
Until the very end.
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