By Damien Knight
My love for her was not enough
Devotion could not save me now
I played my hand I acted tough
Can I salvage this somehow
No my heart is shattered, gone
I was careless and believed it’s true
I should have seen it all along
But she isn’t Aniya, isn’t you
Still my heart my undying passions
I was a jerk entirely insensitive
There is no way I can be forgiven
I hate myself, I rather not live
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