Part 4

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I wonder why my heart has
Only one way to let you in
And none to make you leave

After completing the full circle
Of running away from your thoughts
Yet again, here I am standing

Opening the crumpled papers of our love
That I threw back
In the corners of my heart long ago,
Promising, never to open again.

Clueless, how many promises are
Yet to be made and broken again.

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