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    The speaker has been alone since someone left them and has been thinking independently without following that person's rules. They are now comfortable being single and freely drifting, putting on a brave face like a foe pretending to be wounded to catch their target in a trap of bittersweet victory that stings deeply.

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    The speaker has been alone since someone left them and has been thinking independently without following that person's rules. They are now comfortable being single and freely drifting, putting on a brave face like a foe pretending to be wounded to catch their target in a trap of bittersweet victory that stings deeply.

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    The speaker has been alone since someone left them and has been thinking independently without following that person's rules. They are now comfortable being single and freely drifting, putting on a brave face like a foe pretending to be wounded to catch their target in a trap of bittersweet victory that stings deeply.

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    Pseudo-vulnerable

    By Lauren Hart
    Solitudes a close friend of mine. Alone
    Since hes left, Ive done a bit of thinking.
    None of his rules in my book, theyre my own.
    No more him in my mind that Im keeping
    A secret. Im fully game, Im cool with
    Myself. Now Im freely drifting along
    The silver shining river of my sinGleness, even if my bearing is wrong.
    Dont try to steer me any other way.
    Ill put on the war paint for the front line,
    Bat my eyelashes like a foe that feigns
    Wounds, catching him in my trap of bitter
    Sweet victory, victory my fellows
    That stings and burns us to the very core.

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