The heartless poet

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I owe you my gratitude, without you, I would still be able to feel.

I no longer search for love, I no longer seek its refuge.

For too long you've made me weak, for too long I lived on my knees.

Countless prayers for your well being while mine remained black.

Countless nights dreaming of you when you made it clear that I was never yours.

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