XI

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I see you smiling, and I should be happy

But I don't like sharing you

I hate the idea

I throw it away, recycle it and pray for a new one

However, I understand with every fiber in my body that you are meant to be shared

You're meant to be loved and devoured and praised

And I don't think I can handle it

The weight of it, the bitter taste of holding back my tongue will break me, crush me, shatter me until I'm nothing more than an empty morsel of something that loved you

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Author's Note: Sometimes you have to accept someone or leave them to pursue what you really want

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