Launchorasince 2014
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Pain.

So many smiles, so many fights,
Continued talking late nights...
Never thought it would happen so, 
But we weren't so matched, you know?
Night after night, day after day,
You became a potter, I a moulding clay...
Your first impression was never seen again,
Got so much to lose, nothing to gain...
I feel I go and cry loud in the rain,
Do you even care or feel this, of my pain?