by Daniel   Jun 7, 2021

Is there a weakness
in caring so much?

A minor insult to
a major injury.

In the interrogation chair,
I saw through your ruse.

I made you a lover
that I couldn’t refuse.

If I didn’t have you,
I’d have nothing to lose.

“You care too much.”


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