The “love of my life” walked out on me.
During a moment of great need.
The coward.
Protecting himself was always his strong suit.
I never mattered anyway.
Another man tiptoed into my life.
But he was an imperfect copy of my love.
There were only pieces of what made me fall in love with someone else.
The funhouse mirror effect made my heart ache.
Why subject myself to such torment?
So I walked away this time.
A power move.
Trapped In The Margins 
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