I heard what she did to you, and I'm sorry. I heard you call my name, and I'm on my way. I heard the bombs going off in your little war. I heard you crying on the cracked tile floor of the tan bathroom upstairs in your apartment as crimson regrets and crystal drops of innocence doused you down. I heard your heart split. I heard your soul shatter. I heard you whisper you love me as she struck the final blow. Now that I'm here though all I hear is silence, because I was too late and there's nothing left to do. I'd give you my own heart and my soul, if only it would save you.
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