Mistee's Thoughts

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My nights are now torture
my days filled with tears,
my head is spinning
my heart wrapped in fear.

Will there be a next time
will this be the last,
thoughts of before
memories from the past.

Cleaned the slate for you one
last time,
what are you still searching for?
am I not enough for you
or are you that blind?

My heart says your forgiven
and it's time to move on,
that's exactly what I want to do
but my mind
is not so kind!

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