repressed

i find it awfully strange
so odd that these thoughts are surfacing
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irrelevant poem...
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She took it all too serious
She thought it was definite
The irony is the only definite thing is the end

Its up to them if the end is happy or tragic
I'm afraid that the odds of a so called happy ending are so little that there is no point

Everyone says I don't understand
And I don't
And I don't ever want to