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Mar 2020
Alone and crushed
I sit in denial
With a new addition
To my wet sock pile

Such optimism
Has caused my demise
Force fed the truth
I finally realize

The feelings I have
Just won't translate
I tossed out my line
You won't take the bait

Maybe I'll see you
Again down the line
I hope I can tell you
I got along fine

That I've moved on
And met someone new
But that someone I met
Just isn't you

Those deep brown eyes
And crooked little smirk
I was off in a daydream
Now awoke with a ****

Tight grip of reality
With a white-knuckle squeeze
How can one simple text
Drop me to my knees?
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