why is it that love is so complicating?
why is it that i have to be so blinded by love?
why is it that men are so hard to be understood?
why is it that im left here hanging?
why is it that im changing?
why is it that im growing?
why is it that im becoming more complicated?
why are there so many questions?
but love,isn't it meant to be beautiful?
isn't love meant to be wonderful?
and life,isn't it meant to be nice?
isn't life meant to be great?
hmmm...
questions after questions,
i guess one cannot hide from all that..
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