Times are unfortunate; I come, I go, but when

I need you the most, I know not to hope. At what

point will I resolve this knot. I feel sorrow; I do not

know if you, at all, feel the same. Untidy mess.

Scared and silly. And nasty. What has happened here.

I never thought it would be us. Had I hoped to strongly for this, this time around.

I carry on, no one to know. No one to share, ...

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