Water-works Read Count : 30

Category : Poems

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Love for me, is figment;
I've stopped believing in it.
I'm cold, like I've no heart left.
I've tried my best;
Was always consistent;
Yet, here I sit;
Officially losing interest.
I lose when I try my best;
I lose when I don't try my best.
Failure seems so very constant.
I'm tired, and I'm not getting much rest.

I'm not searching.
I'm not trying.
I'm just, tired of crying. 





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