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Even when the pain is too much,
or consequences leave you to die,
you’re better off risking it all
than living silenced by fear of your mind.
I have come to give up on
anything predictable as meant to be.
Maybe rejection is redirection,
but hearts break from attachments to fantasy.
Was it love or just longing
for a feeling greater than myself?
Were the moments ever real?
Did I project on you something else?
Still believing in a dream
but not painted in a picture of us.
Now as a silence ensues
will we salvage friendship or be a total loss?
Maybe I spoke too soon
but any moment could be an end.
I don’t apologize for the truth
as love is never better left unsaid.
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