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The sky like my eyes darkens as you fall farther,
Farther away into the arms of another.
Clouds fill my pupils as the pain begins to rise.
I fake another smile to maintain my disguise.
I play the part as well as I can,
And you stick to your role as well as your man.
The clouds rumble and split like my sanity,
But it gives me a sense of peace and security against this state of calamity.
Some would scream while others would cry,
Yet I refuse both and hope to die.

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