Wet drops of abandonment fall from my eyes,
And you're not there to see it.
The anguish of feeling a memory that
You never gave me is like the death of
My imagination. I know you're there; You
Were never around, and I don't think You
Want to be. I hope you have no thoughts of me.
Hope is a guide, because I feel the same.
I'm torn between misguided feelings.
I want you here, but I don't.
What you failed to learn of me then,
Will haunt you if you try to learn of me later.
You will not see my child. I am not a reflection of
You, Nor will my child be. I hate how the time on Earth you had to spend
with me, is the time you never
Used. Blind; You will never be allowed in my life. I will never give myself
to someone I can't see.
 
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