I had misconceptions about myself,
an unhappiness deeply embedded in here and it had to have been meant for something more than this,
something more than an affinity for self loathing,
Maybe I never knew the meaning of true contentment,
unbridled,
uninhibited,
how could I have known any of that when you were only wearing half a heart---
half of the decency we all required---
half of the compassion I believed you to be made of,
Maybe I was fooled,
just as we all were,
but it took me longer to wake up from all of this,
I should have known long ago how cold it was out here,
I think I did,
sort of,
but this was very, very cold,
and yet fodder for my misconceptions,
and oh, how those tide an empty soul,
until they don't,
until they do again---
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