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It’s A Mystery

It’s a mystery to me
On why I even entertained to feel something for you
I’d like to take it back
If only I could

I’ve given it some thought
And decided to give it some time
After which I will hold it down
Knowing that I’ve waited

I hope you realize though, that my waiting can only go so far
Because even if it may be time to let go
It would still be a mystery to me
Why I would love you still

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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