The Reality

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Don’t hope for anything from the past
Especially from her
You didn’t lose her
She was never yours to begin with

She let you slip past her grasp
It’s her loss, not yours
You deserve better than her
You deserve the best

Turn your head
Take a look at me
She’s just a mere memory
And I’m the reality.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This piece isn't a new one. It has been sitting in my draft for quite some time and I finally decided to post it.
Right now I'm kinda stuck in deciding theme for my upcoming poems so forgive me if I don't update daily. Thanks.

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