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She loves me and I love her, I accept she wants the space from me, for us, for the family.

I accept the feelings of being intense, of feeling sad, of feeling depressed.
But I think that's ok too be sad, to be missing your love, your connection.

So I control myself to not let my wavy feelings get in the way of this false acceptance, it's for a better treason than the purpose of understanding this chalice.

I accept my fears within this cloud, I embrace them but I don't believe myself, I am stronger than this, because I love her and she loves me, this is for the family, and this space will expand soon with a foreclosure of love.

I accept my timing on the space as it bends, it last longer than I could stand, but I love her and she loves me, this is about us, not me, this is about what she believes, I would never be deceived, I face my insecurities and I take her hollow pain with me, I will not let this new dawning overtake me, because I love her and she loves me.

I accept the fact I could never be within her heart, I broke this illusion more than once, I accept I'm losing my family, because nothing has changed, because I love her and she loves me.

I think because I feel, but this isn't real unless confirmed, she tosses me admiration so I have a positive outlook and I'm no longer afraid, I'm unaware now, but I'm present now, I'm actually happy now, I'm still confused somehow.

This will unfold to a dreamy nightmare because I have false confidence now, because I love her and she loves me.

I appreciate life, I no longer dwell on death, I embrace the positive, I acknowledge the negative.

My heart lifts, my thoughts sink, my actions tighten while my muscles loosen. I'm not forever around so I accept my slow death, I embrace this dark life in love, unbeknown fear. 

I run away from hiding but my shadow stalks, I no longer worry because I'm now hopelessly complacent, my true love is somehow vacant.

I am weakly strong now, I love me in fear, I emphasize others with compassion, worry without inspiration for contention keeps me second guessing, my will drives my obituary forward for I don't see.
 I love her and she loves me not.