Made into a big one,
Not for the consquences of the act,
Or trouble to get done,
The topic drills into fragile egos,
Right to the depth of souls,
Exposing truths that in the light of day,
Become fears of not achieving one’s goals,
Then trying to bury that awful truth,
Connections must be cut,
Time is needed to return to the state,
Of never ending rut,
Then reconnect,
But the tie’s ne’er as strong,
The chance to find an ally in this world,
Was thwarted by thought it’s something wrong.
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