To deny, and to gainsay
the feelings for you.
Of it being recklessly centred and occupied,
in the depth of my soul.
The bluntness acceptance of the naked truth,
of you are not mine to begin with.
Which precisely indicates that our ends will never meet.
And so for, I’m letting you go.
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