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it all piles up like dead leaves in autumn

like chopped wood in winter

deeper than the drifts of snow in the untamed mountains

and just as dangerous, because one day all that has come before

and all that has come to be might just trigger an avalanche

one more snub, one more pass over, one more abandonment

and I just might snap. I seem to always choose the ones

who will take advantage of me, string me along

allow me to hope without disbanding the emotions in my heart

untill it's too late and I'm invested

and then they find a way to let me know just how wrong I was

just where I went wrong

just what my fragile hopes and emotions mean to them

but I'm made of sterner stuff than that

I'm able to take it and keep going, if not able to do so without falling down for a bit

maybe I'm too nice for my own good

giving up all I have to others who don't appreciate it

giving my all and getting little in return from those I seek it from

putting others feelings in bold and pushing my own aside