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I fear that one day,
I have to let you go
and let it be,

I have to surrender to gods will
and more still, learn to accept
that our paths weren't connected,

I fear the memory
of having being used
to being with you,
washed along with things
I never wanted to remember,

The problem is
You weren't mine
To begin with.

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