You made me feel
Like life was worth living
And then you made me feel
Like it wasn’t
Nothing I did was good enough
Nothing I did
Made you show me
What I needed
Everything you did in the end
Was only
To make this my end.
And I accept.
You made me feel
Like life was worth living
And then you made me feel
Like it wasn’t
Nothing I did was good enough
Nothing I did
Made you show me
What I needed
Everything you did in the end
Was only
To make this my end.
And I accept.
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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 .. .
Bipolar Man, in Recovery, Trying His Best to Be Happy
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