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SELF INFLICTION

I always break my heart myself 

I think I love a little too much, always ready to give my all with nothing in return 

Then I meet people who set out or represents to love me

Then, I find out it was all a sham, at least I think

They never loved me Or maybe I'm just impatient with them 

Maybe all the intuition is real 

Maybe they were not real, they lied to me and pretended about their feelings 

I think I love a little too much and that's why I break my own heart 

 I guess I'm done with the game of love 

Chasing a feeling I never see nor understand is just too hard to comprehend 

Maybe the concept of love is flawed 

Somehow I know exactly where and when the journey ended

Chioma Henrietta Okoli

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