The Dreaded Zone
To be stuck in the zone of "friends", a tale too grueling to tell. I'd rather be Virgil and guide Dante' through the nine circles of Hell.
I feel like Tantalus, in a pool of water with fruit forever out of my reach. Your heart locked away in an impenetrable fortress "Please let me in! " I beseech.
Sometimes it's been said us being so close, how truly happy I should be. Yet you endure others loving you, not even half as me. Every pot has a lid to perfectly fit, or so I have been told. Perhaps I'm unique or slightly misshapen and meant to be solo.
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