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Poetry

Untied

I won't pretend,
that you didn't hurt me, again.

If it makes you feel better
no one noticed, so I guess
that my outside didn't feel
quite as bad.

True, I'm sad,
but it happens, that's life,
and we all have our own to live.
We all have our needs,
and something to give.

The day may come
when I am not here for you,
my loved one.
Everything dies, even friendship and love,
and there's only so much I can take.
So don't be surprised.