My own mistake will be my demise,
And I shall crumble in despair.
In the end I'm left feeling dead,
But that's just because you aren't there.
I realize now what I needed
Clearly I see now what I've lost
A best friend, an angel,
A lover, a match.
Love really must be blind,
For I hadn't a clue I'd fallen for you,
Little friend, don't be so sad
Clear those thoughts, I'm not mad.
What am I writing? I do not know. A poem? A story? Soliloquy?
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