Beside a loss
Besides the willing suspension of a dream
A strange comfort
That it was not mutual
else perhaps now
The grief through darkest moments
Would have been mutual too
A strange comfort
That you would never know
The ways a dying within has begun
A strange comfort
that you will find your happiness
In your chosen one
A strange comfort
that you'll never know a written world
A world I take away a mask .
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