I am under no illusion as to why you don't want to be here for I barely wish it upon myself.
Grey is the colour of the times only you wear it so well but for me? It sallows my skin and burdens my soul.
Still I wonder...
What is it about me that repels you so?
That makes you only want to get *this* close before retreating and leaving me alone.
Perhaps, deep down, I already know.
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