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Jan 2017
Perspectives subjective to only me,
Like leaves of a tree unique to it's branch.
Like a raindrop from a specific cloud,
Even grains in the soil, unique snow flakes,
And even the cells within your body!

It's not hers, it's mine... it's not hers it's mine!
This heart, this soul, these feelings, it's not hers.
The pain, sorrow and misery, I whine!
Wallowing in hopeful despair, it blurs.

It's all so simple in truth as you see,
It falls on me, cold like an avalanche.
Like something heavy has fallen, a crowd.
Like a car crashing due to worn-out breaks.
This unrequited love for somebody.
A sonnet of keeping to yourself...
Written by
Cedric  24/M/General Trias, Cavite, PH
(24/M/General Trias, Cavite, PH)   
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   Doug Potter
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