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Guess the best is yet to come,

yes the sex was taken from,

me by my own town, city, friend, country,

in many ways we never started, yet she dumped me,

yes i trusted, yes i confided in her,

yes i adjusted my life so i could be a winner,

instead of home alone with no power or dinner,

only my thoughts keep me company while i get thinner,

can call me a sinner while i handle, i write,

by sun, flash or mostly candle light,

can't figure out how we ended up like this,

i write this in hopes you'll read how much you are missed,

after you dismissed me, had two chances,

refused to accept either, did the quick leave dances,

cause my stance on the situation is currrently unknown,

like the time frame for power to return to my home.