Cycle

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In that moment,
Her heart broke.

To reminisce the wasted time,
For it to turn out sublime.

The cycle continued,
Of being forgotten.

She dreaded reliving the pain,
Being left and unwanted.

Each time felt like the one,
but each one turned out a con.

Is this my fate?
She wondered.

Until I die,
or will I ponder?

-Sylvia

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