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I know, I am the problem, No one but me, And everyone thinks I'm meant to be solved, But one day, I believe, I believe, I'll be loved, And not solved. I ruin everyone's happy day, I do it, okay fine, I ruin peace, I ruin calm, I ruin silence, I ruin mood, I do it, okay fine. But one day, there will be someone to come get me every time, I believe there will be that day too, I know they love me, But I I ruin for sure, their bliss, their charm, their enthusiasm, their smile, I do it, okay fine. But one day, I believe, I will be okay, I am the problem, It's me, want to solve or love ? it's okay, until I make it difficult, It's okay, until I ruin it, But one day, I believe, I'll be the source of happiness, One day for sure, One day for sure, One day for sure, Everything will be alright....
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
I RUIN FOR SURE BUT.....
I know, I am the problem, No one but me, And everyone thinks I'm meant to be solved, But one day, I believe, I believe, I'll be loved, And not solved. I ruin everyone's happy day, I do it, okay fine, I ruin peace, I ruin calm, I ruin silence, I ruin mood, I do it, okay fine. But one day, there will be someone to come get me every time, I believe there will be that day too, I know they love me, But I I ruin for sure, their bliss, their charm, their enthusiasm, their smile, I do it, okay fine. But one day, I believe, I will be okay, I am the problem, It's me, want to solve or love ? it's okay, until I make it difficult, It's okay, until I ruin it, But one day, I believe, I'll be the source of happiness, One day for sure, One day for sure, One day for sure, Everything will be alright....
If you feel the chill of knowing you are the problem—the one who spoils the quiet and ruins the joy—then this poem is for you. We are all haunted by the fear that we are puzzles meant to be solved, rather than souls meant to be loved. It’s a lonely place, carrying that blame. But listen to the fierce hope buried in the ruins: we are allowed to believe. Hold tight to that desperate conviction, because even when you feel like the source of ruin, there is a day coming. One day for sure, everything will be alright.
Sela
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
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