I once loved you,
with time it surely eroded.
My insecurities masochistically slew,
All the while I had foreboded.
As the cloud knows it's slowly dying,
As the son of a mother becomes the father of a son.
My memories and my soul hopelessly vying,
but in the end my pessimistic heart had the cun.
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