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I have a tear in my eye
As I write to you
There's something that I feel is amiss
Is it me? It is isnt it
I don't belong to you anymore
because we dont want it that way
we keep looking at the rises and sets
like they belong to us
but we dont belong to each other
we're grown ups with our cups of tea
and maturity
no surprises here
no statements made
no promises we will make
ever
we are the new kinds
we are heartless
with a perspective
with a process
to what exactly?
why dont we just believe that we dont exist
why the charades
do we really belong to each other
do the masks extend
if that isnt true
Is this?

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