In opposition

She was never the one for me, so I was often warned,
and so I do not blame these feet of mine, they merely
guided me along the way, though from a poorly made
decision, how blind I was not to see back then, and
so please release this aging grief of mine, that I
might find my normality once more since foolishly
having been played by this game of love
that has left my heart in catastrophic pain,
while merciless waiting in vain, and me bearing this
awful wrenching shame, as if the entire world in need of
viewing these shattered eyes like some eyewitness

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