Three
Three years of torture. Three years of hell Three years of learning, you're my mistake from the grave. I begged for you to love me, before it all fell. 3 years of being torn down. 3 years is all it took I finally achieve silence after getting you out. Three years of hardship came off of my chest. I could finally take some deep breaths. Three days after you're gone, I realize the 3 year battle I fought has only just begun. Three minutes, 3 hours, 3 weeks or 3 years, I have nothing to fight for, I'm tired of shedding my tears.
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