I have this habit see above.
Even as I'm writing this "crap".
Like the excrement of my heart.
Stinking from fear & self-pity.
It's easy to shatter your love.
All it takes is to despise it.
Because it comes on it's own--
the best things in life is free.
I don't think so, the price is
hidden in the recess of my brain.
But what else have I got?
Hating the things I ought to love.
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