Immediately.
To be heard.
Regardless of my wishes or needs,
That may occur.
And after years of coming to grips with that…
There is nothing about you I find attractive.
No matter how sugary you sweeten your deceit.
Leaving nothing left for us to agree upon.
But the acknowledgement we both can see…
The meeting and greeting of a dead end street!
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