I try my best to think I’m not broken
But something actually is…
I want to be that person
So wrapped up in happiness
But now I’m suspicious of every joy.
I was deluded then,
Awaringly deceived…
But now that I’m wide awake
It’s like I’ve lost my ability to seek
That silly happy love that loved so truly,
so heart-bursting fully.
The wrong person
But so rightly.
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