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May 2015
Your words are crystal clear
But my loving dear,
This love we share, I seem to fear.

Your words sound so sweet
But the truth is my love,
You were never truly mine.

Our love is like a trapped bird
Dying in its cage.
Longing for that one last taste of freedom.

And now,
Just like every other love story
I must let you go.
Because when we love something too much,
We must set it free.
Sometimes,  we have to let go of the things we love too much.
Psychoticries
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Psychoticries  Australia
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