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Unrequited Love
He once said he just wasn’t “the type,”
Too distant, too cold, never ripe.
But I saw him care –
Give love, truly there –
And suddenly my heart wiped the hype.
No envy, no tears left to shed,
Just clarity filling my head.
He could have been kind,
But I wasn’t inclined
To beg for what he gave her instead.
So I stepped from the cage he designed,
With peace and no chains left to bind.
The truth made me see –
He just chose not to love me –
And in that, I found freedom defined.
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