Time that stretched into infinity.
A lot can happen in one-hundred and ninety two days.
Bridges can be burnt, alliances can be made (and broken).
Misinterpretation and gossip can run rampant.
It's been one-hundred and ninety two days,
Since you finally shared what I already knew.
We've had our differences since then,
And I have no misconception that the events will look the same
Another one-hundred and ninety two days from now.
In the last one-hundred and ninety two days
I have learned so much, experienced so many things,
Had so many illusions shattered.
One-hundred and ninety two varying emotions
Have built up in my heart, a cacophonous din.
In the last one-hundred and ninety two days
There has been so much I didn't understand.
In the last sixty minutes, it all makes sense.
But understanding brings pain and I realize
That even though I understand you, you don't quite comprehend me.
And of all the things that have happened
In the last one-hundred and ninety-two days--
In those six long months,
Being resigned to this is perhaps the most painful of all.
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