It's happening again,
And I am your stead.
This isn't love, it's a stain
That's spreading through my head.
The feelings persist, your smile persists,
And my emotions rear their ugly head,
My heart loses connection (if a romanticised heart exists),
And once again, I am your stead.
Not only miles apart,
But we are worlds apart.
Do I want you?
What is missing?
You are not mine, just like the Reader said.
You will never be mine, all "love" is dead.
You are not mine, so go ahead;
I will get over you.
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