The thought

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It hurts when the thought crosses my mind.

The thought of
what I thought was mine
no more belongs to me.

The thought of
the people who I thought were mine
no longer respect me.

The thought of
losing something
just because I loved it way too much.

The thought of
being stuck in sadness
just after I am extremely happy.

The thought of
being abandoned.

But little did the innocent me know
That these weren't just the thoughts I fear
but the reality which prevails.

Neither can I predict it
not can I prevent it,
All I can do is
Smile it away and Ignore...

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