This time...

May 23, 2018

I don't know what's wrong again.

Everytime it's something new.

I try and try to be perfect.

Nothing is good enough for you.

Each time, I think we're good.

Then you block me out.

Deter me. Ignore me. Hate me.

But this time...

You won't break me.

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