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Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer


What Happened To Me?


What happened to me
when I was born?
How come I've grown up only
to mend people's heart
and then break it afterwards?
How did I come to hate love
even after the best love has been presented to me?
How could I be so blind
and ungrateful
and stupid...
Better yet, why? ..
Why do I destroy every piece of happiness that I ever get?
Why do I constantly bring myself down
and never realize that I am truly blessed?
Why do I over-analyze things
and keep asking for more?
Why did I do all the stupid things that I did?
And why do I still keep doing stupid things? ....
Is this really who I am?
What happened to me?

Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011
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