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Learning to not sabotage myself because it serves us none.

The facade of our love is no longer any fun.

Sorry bud, gotta run.

I must go to rise with the Sun due to the fall of us.

The flames of our passion turned into the coldest dust.

Just infatuated by the lust, since neither of us can deny the completely missing trust.

Absolutely created by us and that’s why we don’t have to pretend.

The end, we know has come.

Between me, myself, and I; I am happy to be done.

Thought I was the one, but second I always felt.

I guess I can only blame this illusion of love on only myself.

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