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Apr 2014
Why is it so hard
being in love?

Why does it hurt
caring about someone?

Why aren't I happier
that I found you
out of all the billions
here on earth?

Why do words stop flowing
in my hollow mind
when I see you?

Why do I only find
inspirationΒ here
in solitude?

I'm starting to feel
like Cupid's
tool.

What a fool...
Bobby Blues
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Bobby Blues
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   Theia Gwen
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