The way he looked at me,
Was like my head was going to explode.
The way he spoke to me,
Was like death was facing me.
The way he touched my arm,
Was like ice creeping up it.
The way he sighed to me,
Was like the wind blew my heart away.
The way he walked away from me,
Was like the end of the world.
The way he never came back,
Was like a bad dream come alive.
Sylorian Community Member 
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