Forcing love, an endeavor austere,
Struggling against the tide, sincere.
The heart's rebellion, a silent roar,
In the hollow echoes, longing's core.
Bearing the weight of expectation's guise,
In the dance of masks, truths arise.
A facade of affection, carefully crafted,
Yet beneath the surface, feelings shafted.
Yearning for authenticity's embrace,
Amidst the tangled web, a fragile space.
Forcing love, a paradox to face,
In the realm of hearts, truths embrace.
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