you warrant not my grief.
Though nightfall found my spirit numb,
the morning brought relief.
You dropped the world upon my heart
and crushed it 'neath the weight.
But when you gathered sense enough,
repentance came too late.
My soul does not still pine for you;
my being does not ache.
My conscience does not mourn for you.
Just wind blows in your wake.
No longer do I fall to you-
I, now, stand on my own.
I won't forsake my pride for you.
I'd rather be alone...
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