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  • It was a reciprocated agreement.
    A deep mutual desire; surrender.
    Goals, balance, commonality.
    Dreams, needs, aims, love.

    Pasts welded in sacredness.
    Presents sentient and zestful.
    At the mementoes' cores.
    A betiding future.

    At least I
    thought it was (.)

    The poet claimed the unsaid
    equates to a towering fib.

    I am frailly enraged.
    Bone-tired. Soul-Jaded. I do not
    Feel defeated neither won against
    For that no thing really beat me
    I could not ever win

    There is no throbbing pain
    But a twinge of ugly
    Numb in stead. And
    I did gave it all
    To carry that day.

    The poet was wrong.
    It’s devastating.
    Lie like.

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    [song]: "Just Put Me In The Car" to my surprise, Ryan Gosling's.
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