Life · Love · Poetry

I Can’t

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I can’t force my self to care or make conversation
I can’t force myself to wake up and be delighted that i’m still alive
I can’t love you the way you would rather be loved
I can’t comfort you when things go horribly wrong
I wish I could be the person you imagined I would be
But you fell in love with someone that no longer exist

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