Do not, please, come near, I beg you
We've quietly grown too close
You're cherished, indeed, yet stay further
Away, help me cut this you-dose
Have mercy, let wounds find their healing...
The past grips me tight in its jaws.
Stay far from me... Spare me fearing
Eyes' calls, next day turns cruel false
I urge you, be little more wary
I'm worried to lose my belief
That someday, trust might reappear
In true ones...
not gone into myths
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