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Bad Poetry In Under A Minute: Dammit by Ray Printer Friendly

You don't understand, and there's no way I should expect you to.

So here:

It is not my language, it isn't even my word;

It is not a front, it is not a mask I put on

Or a stance I take.

It is a weakness,

Plain and simple.

It is a way for you to hurt me

When I don't want to be hurt;

An avenue you can travel

That I can't block.

I don't crave it,

Don't need it,

Don't want it;

But I can't

Help it.

I love you.

I hate that I love you.

But there it is.


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