Leave me.

 How do I tell you that you are not enough; knowing I should not be so cruel?


How to say the thoughts piling up, as I push you away, 

when despite my enforced distance, you stay?


I see in the mirror the faces that play, the words forming and smirking, "Who's the fool?"


 

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