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Dec 2017
From the moment our eyes met
That fate-filled day.
That one day when everything fell into place.
Perfection.
Not even in the fact that I Iost that day
But the fact that I found myself in you.

It's as if I beat fate itself just to meet you,
Only to be locked on the other side,
Where I can only watch you be happy
Whilst I scrape together what happiness I have left in my life
An atom compared to the sun.

I believe I was dealt a perfect hand,
But I'm unable to play it.
As if I have a huge cake,
But no knife to cut it.
It feels as though I've won the lottery,
But it's locked in a safe
And the only person with the key is unaware of the gold within.

I'll still wait though,
Support you,
Watch you,
Be there for you.
The feeling may be mutual,

But are you willing to take that risk?
Christian Acheampong
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Christian Acheampong  16/M/London
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