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My senses stir.

The silence,

the calmness before the storm. 

I don't want this to happen.

But there's nothing I can do.

No matter what I say, 

it would be in vain. 

You mentioned him today.

And I don't think calling him out

would do the trick. 

You showed your hand,

you allow him to say things that

may or may not be true. 

Instead of holding firm,

you instead allow him to come back again.

And you have your reasons. 

I understand to a degree.

But to what end?

The revelation you had is true,

you know it to be so.

But I feel it will be very hard

to walk away even when

the answer is already known. 

I hope you are still standing,

when it's over. 

I don't want you to feel as you did,

not like before.

And I dont want to see you get hurt.

I wish you would see it through my eyes.

I sense it.