D*mn It - Poem by Dama Tristeza
Indecisive about what matters,
Only because I've been shattered
So many ways, it makes me numb.
Just wanna forget all I've done.
Now again I must choose.
I'm scared, afraid it's all a ruse.
To love is simply to give up
A part that will never willingly return.
That this should border on impossible
Is something I find barely plausible.
I guess I can't be all that 'normal'
But here's my solution, 'Screw it all! '
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