Secrets

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By Unintended

Another secret, another friend. If only you knew, I yearn For you, for my hand to lend. Have we missed a turn? Perhaps the signs were there When we looked for them, They implied that we should pair But silly us - we chose freedom I guess dreams are for bedtime; Reality turns its smug head To blind us with fake sunshine And trivial distractions ahead We close this chapter With things left unsaid. Is this emotional rapture Or the best decision instead? I see a future, Where I'll remember this maze. A "what if" is likely to mature Despite somebody taking your place

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