Now, it is, I must ponder,
To forgive, or forget.
What is the motive, I wonder.
Why is this what you've writ?
In anxiety, I let you steer.
It's caused being far from dear.
Yet, I've done no harm,
So it sounds an alarm.
Clearly, you have issues;
And, now, you say the blues.
But, I still will let you choose.
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