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It is something I do not
want to do,
but in the end I will
be fine without you.
The sweet lies that I
tell myself tastes like
strawberries, beer, and
cigarettes.
Deep sigh,
as I contemplate the
times my warning bells
went off.
I am a fool,
because there were none,
and I am left undone,
yearning for the caress
of your smile and
intellect. Holding
on to words and moments
I do not regret.
Deep sigh,
Hold up your head
and rise Queen.
It is something I do not
want to do,
but in the end
I'll be fine
without you.
About the Creator
Naati Gyal
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