A Cry and a Whine

On the perfect day, my perfect match left me.
Of course I cry, I whine, believe I died inside, but
Then I check myself and think,

why would I believe, that each match is the one?
Each match every time is like a tape being rewound,

same routine.
Things now, are going to change.
None of this crying, whining and dying.
If someone tries to make a tear drop on a perfect day like this, it will

not come from me.





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