I weave dreams
And break them myself.
No, no one else,
It’s me.
It’s me who dares to live
And it’s me who kills myself.
No, no one else,
It’s me.
I love and wish to be loved
And hate myself.
No, no one else,
It’s me.
It’s me who cherishes each day
And it’s me who darkens the nights.
No, no one else.
It’s me.
I dare not blame a creature,
For it’s me.
It’s me to be abandoned,
It’s me to be pushed away.
No, no one else.
It’s me.
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Brilliant ❤️
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Thank you🌹
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A lovely reflective poem. 🌸
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Thank you Jeff😊
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You’re most welcome. Always. ☺️
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