What a complete, utter fool am I to think
Love would find me again. That to another I
Would be first.
Such is a hurtful, delusional fantasy, such idiocy,
I can not any longer count love as a possibility, yet,
When could I?
The small equilibrium gained a half year ago,
Now broken, is a cost dear. I hope only I can regain
Me alone needed.
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