Learning still that promises, like breath, evaporate.
That lingering glances are just teases, false promises.
Learning still that tomorrow truly never comes, that broken hearts cannot be mended.
That saying “I’m sorry” is not enough.
That it is not possible to forgive or forget.
That the world is never enough.
Learning still that I am truly alone.
Learning still that I have not adjusted very well to what I have learned.
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