 | My heart is slowly breaking,
And my dream is all but gone.
For I can't seem to tell you,
Who I am or what I've done.
I know we can't be lovers,
It was never meant to be.
So I'll have to be frustrated,
Cause you're still my fantasy.
So with this poem, I'll tell you,
That I hope we can be friends.
I'll see you on the street sometime,
But I'll never write again.
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