The End

It's hard to let go.

Especially at the end.

To admit defeat.

To know that it was all in vain.

That everything you tried,

the compromises you made,

went unnoticed,

taken for granted.

The self centred, absorbed

assumptions of the modern.

The refusal to live for the other.

A misguided victim hood ideology

gnawing at your soul.

Your beautiful mind

sedated with alcohol.

Now you are alone again,

as when we met,

and you still don't know why.

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