The Past Few Moons

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The last stanza describes
The past few moons.
Until yesterday came,
All actions were smooth.

The day started out great;
We saw eye to eye,
But then it came upon her,
Like it fell from the sky.

She told me I was bad.
It was a lie, what we had.
Claimed I was too protecting,
And then I got mad.

I shouted at her
In front of "our friends."
It's funny how she
Made their perspective bend.

We haven't talked since,
And neither could I.
It pains me to see
Her functioning fine.

So now I'm alone;
Everyone hates me.
I could take it no longer,
So I began to flee

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