Sketching Scars
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You look happy with your choice.
You've taken all the time and energy I had left.
I made you my home, yet you refused to stay.
I made you my destination, but to you I was just an option.
I made you my sky, with all its beauty, but damn it, you never saw me as your universe.
Why, in this short life, did I fall in love with the impossibility of us? You brought me this far only to watch you be with someone else.
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