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Misunderstood. I asked, Not for you. A question that tore this apart, An answer could have saved this heart. I was decided against. Why didn't I know what to ask? Why didn't I know not to ask? STUPIDITY. In the world, I am a dreamer, Torn between what I was, And what I will never be. Being "nice" or "beautiful," But is beauty all that matters? I don't feel it: No beauty, No intelligence, No worth. Wanted: The only thing I can never be. Later... You took back a word. You claimed you lied. Which one? Was it the promise or the answer? Or is it a false apology? Flawless my acting was, Against everything I felt that day. The pieces of my heart are small, And it will never amount to enough. Hopeless when a friendship turns bitter-- *--I shouldn't have asked. I should have been more introverted. I should not have relied on my instincts.* The wind blows, Teasing my hair And drying my tears, But all I think about is lost... ...Was your answer the lie?
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Aporia
Misunderstood. I asked, Not for you. A question that tore this apart, An answer could have saved this heart. I was decided against. Why didn't I know what to ask? Why didn't I know not to ask? STUPIDITY. In the world, I am a dreamer, Torn between what I was, And what I will never be. Being "nice" or "beautiful," But is beauty all that matters? I don't feel it: No beauty, No intelligence, No worth. Wanted: The only thing I can never be. Later... You took back a word. You claimed you lied. Which one? Was it the promise or the answer? Or is it a false apology? Flawless my acting was, Against everything I felt that day. The pieces of my heart are small, And it will never amount to enough. Hopeless when a friendship turns bitter-- *--I shouldn't have asked. I should have been more introverted. I should not have relied on my instincts.* The wind blows, Teasing my hair And drying my tears, But all I think about is lost... ...Was your answer the lie?
Aporia: Professing to be at a loss as to what to say, where to begin, or how to express something; true or feigned doubt or deliberation about an issue
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
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