I know I can walk away.
I know I don't want to, but it's the right thing.
Most of all, I know you won't fight for me or even ask me to stay.
Knowing you, you'll just watch me walk away.
So I ask.
Can we go back? When you loved me just the same?
When pieces weren't shattered
When fragments were known to exist but had never been seen.
But wait, illusions make sense when they hover close.
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