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I used to love you
But now?
I don't know.
Bright elements show
And I'm captivated by the glimpse,
But then it gets blighted,
Smeared.
I don't recognise you in the distortion.
I need time.
I need space.
It's not allowed though
Because it will be the
Breaking of us.
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