Not in Love

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I think that there’s a chance

And even admitting that makes me queasy

I mean, me: eternal pessimist

Keeper of the temple of broken dreams

And hearts to boot. It’s impossible

The math must be wrong, the calculations

Faulty. The results are mistaken.

I am not. I cannot. There’s no way at all.

I refuse to believe I’m in love.

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