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Liana Veteto Apr 2013
It is hard to keep my head up
When it is home to my heavy heart
And my back
Can only carry so much.

How can you say
I am not the center of the world
When yours so clearly revolves around me,
Pretending it is hers.

You say when I cry
The tears eclipse the sun
Because my eyes reflect
Aten's brilliant beams.

Well let him drown.
As I shed these tears,
So I shed you
And only the memories linger.

This is not sadness
This letting her be happy
And letting myself find happiness
At least I can enjoy the search.

— The End —