Never meant to make you wend
Never meant to make you misspend
I intended to represent
The actual mistrust I've underwent
As the illusions I've apprehended
Had me reoffended the warmth they recommended
Delusional and consumable, I then pretended
That every piece are unamended
For such passion is inevitable
My confessions are dimensional
Of which each of them will be skeptical
To those who are prophetical
So relinquish that desire
Of which you will soon misfire
For I'm one you will encipher
For the waiting is now kitschier
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