If put at razors edge
Why do I not cut
If tied to heavy block
Why do I not resist
And if set for heart broken
Why do I continually move in?
This phenomenon plagues my life
Incinerating all hope of true happiness
But recognized, can be stopped
Questioning of just how
As I age it clears
But quickly becomes muddy again
What I crave is a rare thing
My perfect match.
I doubt any exist
But I search nonstop
Perhaps I try too hard
But this is my normalcy
I just wish it were
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