Joke.


And I don’t know what kinda joke is this?
You play it on me,
I let you play it.
I laugh,
I cry,
I live,
I die.
I do so much,
Yet it seems so less,
To you,
To me.
I always had a thing for you,
I told you I did,
I don’t know.
Maybe you’re not for me,
Maybe I’m not for you.
I don’t know who is for whom,
What is for whom.
All I know is that what I had,
Has to go get buried.
Yet again,
Dead again.

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