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Returned worse than ever,
Wish it was something I treasure.
Kicking and punching,
Wounds begin bunching.

Hurting even more,
Compared to before.
Pathetically I weep,
I just want to sleep.

Too late to repair,
Too late to not care.
Not even worth it,
Makes me feel shit.

Doesn’t respect me,
Can’t let me just be.
Taking to avoidance,
I need clairvoyance.

Wanting to know their mind,
I can’t stand to be declined.
Curious to their position,
Can’t decide my mission,

Do I confront?
Could I be that blunt?
Or do I hide away?
The evasive ballet.

Please let it end.
Be a friend.
Don’t want to be apart,
It’s too much for my heart.