I will not overstep that boundary again.
Time worn heart strings play in off key supposed melodies.
Rejection sings to me repeatedly.
Pulling down my soul with her unrelenting cello plucked tones.
Disappointed because the composition is never the one that I chose.
I will not cross that line anymore.
I hear.
Understand.
Pull away.
Let go.


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