Him...

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I plea for secrets that are left unsaid,
I plea for promises that have gone bad,
I wished for comfort to hold my hands,
A peck of kisses succumb my pains.

I try to Abide and to understand,
this rupture makes it hard to withstand.
Its neither a command or a demand,
But if this was a game so this is the end.

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