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Poem #299

Once you asked me why I kept coming back to you if it hurts
It’s because I like to write and pain is an inspiration, suffering
is the foundation of every memorable verse, heartbreak the
author of every song and you are all of that to me.

Maybe if you learn how to love me and treat me well I’ll disappear
on my own, never to be seen again because I’m not used to
that.

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