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Shall I hurt you with a truth or a lie?
Either way your sad expression mirrors mine.
When did we go so terribly awry?
How did we end up standing on the fault line?
You forced this on me, but it's I who let you,
And the responsibility is far too much to bear.
I see only now I did not think this through,
For you have placed me in charge of your heart. It's most unfair.
So robust, so rich, so bold and blooming,
Your colors drew me in one fine summer's day.
Little did I know how all-consuming
Tending to you would prove - what a grave dismay.
This is not turning out the way it should.
I can make or break you, and that's no good.