Under the mid-day sun, in such a paradox
Let my slumber be of a wilful dissent
Set adrift into a frenzy of shameless denials
I refuse to acknowledge what I feel of me
For I abhor self loathing, or pity thereof
I have long seen me from your perceived value
It unnerves me now to think for myself
In this chaotic spiral, of extended dissidence
The mind wants to mend my tormented heart
If it did, then all that I could feel would be lost
I have broken myself over and again to be loved
In this happenstance, of an unscheduled meet
I committed the gravest of disservice to me
Yet, should the time turn back, I would repeat
Fall head over heels in love all over again with you
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