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Cryptic signals and signs

Plague my mind
Time after time.

"Will she love me today?"

"Or tomorrow?"

"Will she need me today?"

"Toss me tomorrow?"

Endless turmoil surrounds the very
Glass encapsulating my emotions

At the very least,
She's worth it.

To crawl backwards,
To the person who did me wrong
Like Gregor Samsa

In Kafka's
Metamorphosis

Will I revert to a menial bug...

Forced to revert back
Like an insignificant spec

And after repeating
And reliving
this torturous cycle
Of never ending solitude,

Will she notice me in the end?

Or will I become a distant fleeting feeling

Lost in the sea of her memories.

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