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My story isn't happy nor is it hopelessly sad

But my past loves have littierd my memories with bad

I use to feel stronger, trust so much

Always hoping for the man with the right touch

The touch that reaches straight to my heart

No games where there is someone to outsmart

When I love someone I am different, stronger

I have more endurance, can hold on longer

Always I remain protected, never do my walls ever truly fall

Four times through everything someone breeched the wall

Made me actually believe I could trust them

At the end I am left only feeling dumb

How was I so niave to think someone would love me

Why am I so blind to what everyone else seems to see

With every broken heart the walls grow taller

Constantly hoping to find the man who'll make them smaller

But over and over I'm proven right not to trust

All men want is fun and lust