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Such sweetness was in her eyes,
But now her heart is made of ice.

I’ve given her scores of chances,
But at most they end up being glances.

I would have given her my life,
But her apathy cuts like a knife.

The best part I remember were her subtle clues,
But now they have become as painful as a bruise.

I still think there’s hope around the bend,
But now it’s hard to even consider her a friend.

I pray she can see that I love her,
But now that wish has become a whisper.

I should really give up on her and this letter,
But my heart has never known better.


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