I sip tea and wrestle with interpreting the feeling in my chest
How precisely to perceive the weight
How I hurt myself by carrying it
Yet somehow, hold on
I imagine you meet someone
And I clutch my chest
Maybe you already have someone
And I was simply blind to see
But when I see your face
Happy in these moments
I know it will be ok
Because if you are happy
This is all that matters
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