Maybe I'm too afraid
Of getting hurt once again
Maybe it was a waste
Cause I can't seem to win
Maybe nothing ever lasts
And no one ever stays
Maybe I give up too fast
On waiting for a change
Maybe life is predictable
And I'm drowning in it
Maybe it's unchangeable
All I am is sick of it
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My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry
PoetryThis is my second collection of poetry.