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All The Same To Me
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October 2002 Poetry It’s all the same to me.
I’m now mono-tone.
Mono-feeling.
Happy or sad,
I just don’t care anymore.
It’s all the same to me.
You can choose to love me,
or choose not,
either way,
it’s all the same to me.
You’re complicated,
and confuse me so much,
it hurts.
But still,
it’s all the same to me.
I’m used to the pain.
I’m used to the tears.
So whether we hold on,
or let go of what we have,
it’s all the same to me.
~*~ Jill ~*~
