Weary, oh so weary,
Of this pretense.
Feeling utterly dreary,
Hiding behind my picket fence.
How to end this charade,
Without destroying her,
Dancing in this parade,
Forever to defer.
Until the end in this lie,
To protect the one I love,
Inside is where I cry,
Til life begins above.
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