Muster up all that hatred you feel,
tie it tight in a pretty bow
and say goodbye.
Taste the salt as it runs over your lips,
genuine or not, people will believe.
To lose is to let go.
I have what I need and more,
I have everything to lose.
Risk is not my game.
Solitude is not my story.
Something keeps me apart
but I will always keep it together.
Cat xx
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