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This is You

Everything was so clear for me.
Maybe not perfect,
maybe not flawless, but it was clear.
And really,
it had been clear the whole time.
I’d been confused,
I’d danced myself into a haze.
I’d made this so blurry, the choice so hard.
But once I’d stopped and calmed, there was one choice.
I knew my mind would not change,
could not change because there was no other way.
Only tries, only lies.
And then you were back again
pushed me into spinning again.
That’s the only reason I would ever even think, ever even hope.
I can’t. I know you. I can’t—
It’s too late anyway.
Things have been done, plans made.
This is an afterthought, not a last, desperate attempt. This isn’t you trying.
But still
This is you.

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