7 days, 7 nights, 7 wrongs, 0 rights, 7 fights, 7 times we both done cried.
7 truths, falsified by 7 lies.
7 different questions, with the same reply.
7 silent mornings, divided into 7 intense hours.
7 painful evenings, hearing 7 hurtful meanings, that is slowly eating away at both of us.
7 whole days thrown away, just to hear one of us say,"Baby hold on, look this is silly." I love you, I'm sorry I put you threw this, and I was wrong for not saying so 7 days ago.
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