Things in no way akin
Dreams void of smiles but tears
I ain't sure what, but I tell you
Hate, being a part of mine.
I don't revere to see you cry
I don't hate to see you smile
I forked you and was ruthless
Happens, being a part of mine.
It's hollow trusting myself
Don't hold to my past
Because I, though not foresee it
Loved, being a part of mine.
All I could give is what I am to
Albeit not pleasant or nice
I die myself on you to say
Don't part, from being mine!
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