enigma
am I really?
what does that mean?
I guess so, sometimes.
so why am I such?
maybe its just because, banana hammock.
I know why, but its too painful to say
painful? you ask..
to say that I don't know would be a lie, but its for different reasons that I am torn.
Thus I fight it everyday.
Thank you for caring
sorry for everything
I'll hold on, for how long...
its not worth crying over
its not worth worrying
its worth love
its worth companionship
it's worth is inquantifiable
and yet
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