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Dec 2019
Your attention,
How much I treasured it.
You're merciful but merciless,
Cold but righteous.
It burns in my chest to let you go.
I have no choice.
It hurts more otherwise.
In the dark of the night you messaged me,
I opened my eyes and felt the truth.
There is no choice
A sonnet for all the lost causes. Let go. Be free.
Written by
Solomon N  21/M
(21/M)   
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     Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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