Christofer Barbieri

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Sick in the head, Sick with Love

Why do I always feel
The main element of my being
Consist of constant disappointment.
The good I try to do
Seemingly only exist
in eyes of those who never knew me
Time tells the longer story
I am much too difficult to love.
If I try to keep her here
Surely she will see too much
I know she will run away
Disappointment is my essence
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