Sometimes I wish I could shrivel up and dry up in the cold
Dry up, so no moisture finds its way in to my cracks
Dry up until I'm nothing
So no emotions may take ahold of me
Dried and shriveled
Unrecognizable
Unloved
Loved, gives me the option of letting them down
So better to be unloved
Better to me without emotions
To feel gives me options
Options that can be taken away
Love can be taken
Is it not better to be unloved?
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