And the second time we met,
I knew it was over.
We were too different to be the same,
but too much the same to be different.
And maybe in another life,
we will make it and be enough.
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THE SWEET TASTE OF PAIN
PoetryThe Sweet Taste of Pain About the depths of the human psyche to recognize it, you have to give it a face and accept the awfulness. For him, the person I will always love.
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And the second time we met,
I knew it was over.
We were too different to be the same,
but too much the same to be different.
And maybe in another life,
we will make it and be enough.
