Breaking Brittle
The only thing we hate more than one another is ourselves,
We are caught up in an idea,
So reluctant too reality,
Ingnorent to ourselves while treating each other well,
That's when it's worse,
Pretending we are in love,
We are both sick,
A little love sick.
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2016
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