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Waltz of Broken Boundaries​.The music was soaring, the ballroom was spinning in gold,A year of

Waltz of Broken Boundaries ​. The music was soaring, the ballroom was spinning in gold, A year of devotion, a story we thought would unfold. I held to the contract, I whispered, "At last, she is mine," While my heart skipped a beat, lost in rhythm and dizzying wine. No clubs and no flirting—I thought I had found my own grace, For a man only asks for the truth and a loyal embrace. ​. One-two-three, one-two-three—shadows are dancing in rings, I yielded in silence, ignoring the bite of the strings. I called it a "compromise," walking the path of the low, While my "ideal" was falling, and I didn't want to know. ​ "The road will be heavy," my friends tried to warn me in vain, But I chased a star, blinded by hope and the rain. And there, past the midnight, in the cold, blue glow of a screen, Boundaries shattered, and virtue was nowhere to be seen. The dinners, the calls, and the "How are you?" texts in the dark, I brought her the facts, but she answered with only a spark: "You’re stifling my freedom! You’re jealous! You control every breath!" And I sank beneath ice, frozen still in a living death. ​. The finale. The ghost of a past life arrives at the door, "I don’t want you near me! Don't try to cage me anymore!" I burned every bridge, gave my ultimatums in fire, Then softened and yielded, consumed by the sweet, poisoned liar. Afraid to lose "wife," while she chose who would lie by her side, When the music would fade and the shadows have nowhere to hide. I opened the messages. Where was the "sacred" you claimed? Just a circle of treason, and boundaries broken and maimed. ​.. I fled from the city, I ran from the country and pain, But I forgave again, playing the fool in the rain. "Healthy boundaries"? Spare me. Psychology’s just a facade, When the soul has a defect, and every last feeling is flawed. You built up a fortress, you thought you were safe in your room, But the truck hit you head-on... the sound of a bone-crushing doom. ​.. She won’t hit the brakes; she will only accelerate fast, The gray in your hair is the price for a lie that will last. Don’t look for your fault when the heart on the other side’s dead, For some, faith is boredom—they crave the destruction instead.