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So many years with things so painful

Now bottled up and reclusive

I am a man.  Tired of sacrificing needs

I hate the games, the doubts; my stomach in knots

Why again?  Why me?  Why do I open my heart?  Why trust?

Too many scars. My walls turned to crystal.

Please be gentle.

Decisions, decisions.  Alone or vulnerable?

Say never again and laugh at myself.  So weak!

I must decide, but have no strength left.