Why am I such an absolute terror to myself,
(Absolutely horrible!)
Looking at pictures of you?
I know the penalty, but ignore,
Of seeing you, but knowing, no more.
And still I chain myself to those memories!
(A silly boy, indeed!)
Why masquerade in strength,
When I get so sloppy, so weepy while surveying?
And when on the phone, so stoic when alone,
I can't even hint at what you mean!
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