Cabaline xxx

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Damaged Goods - Poem by Cabaline xxx

You don't want me,
not really.
You think you do,
but you're deluded.
I am not worth it.
I've been broken,
I am faulty-
damaged goods.

You'd come to realise this,
and break me further.
And I'd break you,
damage you beyond repair,
just like myself.
Neither of us want this.
Which is why,
You don't want me,
not really.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 14, 2010

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