What it isn't

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    What it isn't

    I wanted to be loved so badly that I ended-up loosing myself.

    I read way too far into something that was never there.

    I let you get to me.

    I continued to reach out towards someone that just

    Kept turning their back to me.

    When all I was looking for was some sense of security.

    Worst of all I failed me.

    I am so hurt and don't know what to do.

    My mind and soul are at war.

    I am confused.

    Scared.

    Angry.

    I am lonely.

    I knew better.

    I swore that things would get better.

    It's really hard to change something

    that isn't there.

    Or when the other person is not

    willing to listen.

    To love,

    to learn

    different ways of seeing things.

    My questions always go unanswered.

    What made us so different is tearing us apart.

    My heart is so bruised.

    I can't go on feeling like this anymore.

    sorry.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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