It is in anguish as progression transpires,
To realise a comfort that does not take to reciprocate.
The exploitation of the misconstrued,
Has led to assume an ever disheartening disposition.
Such a melancholic dire, to have pocketed a love not appertained to one.
Bores a hollowness that cannot be contained.
What are the repercussions?
To you...to me...?
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