Her Chair is Empty

Mistakes were made. I should have loved myself, before you. I need a change, yet everything has stayed the same. You’ll never be mine, but I have wished for it to be so for all of this time. My desire burns brightly, but it is raining on my embers. The thoughts of you are everything to me. Your beauty, I desperately want to see. I need you, but you’re still a prepossessing absentee.

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