I met her behind the school.

A warm wind whispered to me:

"Why must you refuse her love?

Why can you not accept it?"

It was an odd winter wind

that felt more spring than winter.

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I've decided

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Delusional fantasy

that was never meant to be-

BE GONE!

The quest for the most truest,

genuinely real person

cannot accept this falsehood.

To accept youth's bitter-sweet lie

would only hurt both of us.

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I won't regret this.

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She gave me her entire heart.

I pierced through it with love's dart.

"No."