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Endings without ending,

hurt even more

ripping savagely to the core of my

broken heart. 

 

To stay in a state of pretend

doesn’t heal or mend, 

it only results in calloused affection

fake protection and less of me

then you can see on a clear day

 

 

So I mourn my dying trust

and sacrifice it to the altar of

yesterdays treasured memories. 

where something is not better

than nothing.