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I heard that you're alone again, I hope you'll be okay, It takes every bit of discipline, To not reach out and say, That I have raging thoughts within, For you to not suffer and to pay,
The hypocrisy inside of me, Is fueled by different shards, All of which I calmly see, But disregarding them is hard,
We haven't spoken in some years, Except the odd exchange, To think I cried so many tears, Yet still want good is strange,
Could I truly forgive and move on, Or have parts of me been stunted? The shadow lingers, weighs a ton, And nothing I do will shunt it,
Life has these tricky ways, To obscure meaning in average days, Are these signs I see or just of kind, The delusion of my breaking mind.