Through the crack in my window, I see the world moving on, even though I am no longer a part of what is going on.

The crack is small, so I can’t see much.

I see more than I feel but it’s never enough.

For years it’s been since even a touch, but I will keep looking through this crack.

I claim to ease my suffering torment and pain.

The storm has come with lightening and rain, for the damage is worse when I’m to blame.

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