It's impossible to give yourself to someone, when it isn't quite clear who you are.

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I see two lives.

partitioned between lovers.

it hurt.

but I can't fight it.

I don't own her.

I barely know her.

she doesn't belong to anyone.

do I belong?

I guess that's the question that lingers.

Where do I belong?

Religion shrunk.
Faith crippled.
Soul hurting.

"I'm good."

A thousand times over. His eyes would drop with every retelling. His habitual retelling was cause for disbelief.
The truth was difficult. His scattered mind wandered back and forth from day to past.
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