That for once I was working
Toward something amazing
Something that I would build for years
And would not abruptly end in tears
I hoped that the last one liked
Would finally like me back
That in the myriad of rejections
I would finally get my acceptance
But love me as I expected
And the cycle of grief repeated
I did not work toward something amazing
I just lost the hope I kept on holding
It end it wails and tears
And she did not like me back
In the myriad of rejection I have
I only got a plus one
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