Me
I have made my bed
but others
choose to lay in it
and take my life.
What happens when I
have no more love to give? Love me.
Me
I am pained by living
because my
happiness comes with
the cost of
my voice.
How can I cope? Love
me? You
don’t want to love me.
Me
Who would ever have
thought 2 letters
would be so easy to
define me.
Love me? How could
you?
You don’t know me.
Me
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