Why

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Why do people come into my life?

What impact do they make before things go bad?

What's the essence of friendship without trust?

Not a single ounce of love?

Why do I keep putting myself out there just to end up getting hurt?

Am I forcing friendship on people that only need me in their time of trouble and nothing else?

Am I an object that is to be used and dumped ones it gets old?

Is that all I'm worth?

Isn't a friend suppose to be someone you can share all your pain and heartache with?

Then why is my own case different?
Why am I the only one doing the loving and caring?

Why does my heart keep winning? I wish I can shut it down, turn it off and let my brain win all the battles.
Maybe then I wouldn't keep getting hurt.


©️Mary Samuel

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