It was natural the trust that I held to across a coldness.
I walked a path down, for the first time in my life I dial anonymity.
The last time I shall walk it again.
nothing had mattered.
A trust that grew in a lonely , dumb head.
A special day that lost itself in a pain that one who cared can never give.
My error. I replaced courtesy with sentiment.
My mistake. I chose to trust when I was hardly in a world.
I pick up broken bits within me.
Today begins a final journey into a cosy dicomfort of aloneness.
yet a discomfort far better than the pain of a let down.
I wrapped sentiment, he played a courtesy.
He was good at it, I was always bad at wrapping gifts.
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