It rushes over me suddenly
The desperation of things
And knowing I had been in worse binds
Yet somehow always blind to the danger
A danger now settling over me
Treacherous truth
Threatening to pull me apart
Reaching in to extract
That last morsel of hope
How many times can one man lose
And still really believe
That he can ever win
Does love even exist
Anywhere other than within my own head
My own heart
A dying heart
Dying from a lack of reciprocation
Yet ahead there stands a light
Though the hurdles are plenty
I stand
And I fight

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