You don’t care about love.
And you don’t care about me.
You try to protect yourself so much from getting hurt that you end up not really living.
It’s death
And I can’t live like that.
I won’t.
You
You don’t care about love.
And you don’t care about me.
You try to protect yourself so much from getting hurt that you end up not really living.
It’s death
And I can’t live like that.
I won’t.
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I am a writer, I write ~ I began writing PR0G-PR0SE in 1966 - not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? Poetry does not have to be boring .. .
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