Over

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Trying to help,
Trying to care.
Left with a yelp
And awkward stares.

Words unsaid,
Phrases unformed.
I lie here in bed,
My heart is torn.

So I ask myself,
Do I need closure?
It's too late for me,
It's already over.

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