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Why Trust?
So many years with things so painful
Now bottled up and reclusive
I am a man. I have needs both primal and emotional
I hate the games, the doubts; my stomach in knots – DAMN
Why again? Why me? Why do I open my heart? Why trust?
Too many scars. My walls turned to crystal. Not again PLEASE!
Decisions, decisions. Alone or vulnerable?
Here they come with their “Told you so”
Say never again and laugh at myself. So weak!
I must decide, but have no strength left.
