Compulsed to Wish

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We are all cursed

with questions.

Cursed to have an answer,

cursed to ask for the answer,

cursed to know the answer when it comes.

We lose track of lies, 

attempts, 

questions.

How many has it been?

I ask, but we both know

that you can't remember.

How do you try?

And I know before you say anything.

I wish you didn't have an answer,

wish I hadn't asked for the answer,

wish I didn't know what the answer would be.

Wish I had never seen the picture

I won't be able to unsee....

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