To Make Amends

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There's a slow burn
Rising upon my eyes
Yet, I'll never learn
As I believed all your lies

I feel my heart clench
My stomach churn
As I've become drenched
In loneliness, as for you I've yearned

I've become tired
Of everything I feel
Of all I have desired
I've forgotten what is real

Yet, I know I have to overcome this
As rejection does not define the end
It is now a memory I'll never miss
And it is time to make amends

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