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June 13, 2025
There he was, standing bedazzled in a black suit
On a pedestal, with the beautiful bride-to-be
I watched him, stared at him
But how do I tell him how he shattered me?
How do I tell him he’s mine when he’s not?
His presence used to bring butterflies to my stomach,
Today it brought daggers straight to my heart;
It killed me to be there,
He had killed me in unprecedented ways,
Ways even he didn't know existed;
He was too close in person, but too far in soul;
I died that day,
Because to have lived is to have been loved.
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