It Really Does Not Matter

It really does not matter
She does not want any more of your time
There was lots of pain
There was nothing but lies
Love never existed
Just a mere acquaintance on the top shelf
She is now becoming reclusive
So she can find herself

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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