Some tell me,
I am in trouble,
Trouble with nothing anymore.
I'm in trouble, with myself.
Some say I,
I am a problem,
Not to anything,
But myself.
I say love,
It is a reason,
Or more a way,
To live a life.
Never ever more,
Will I love like that.
Never ever more,
Will I, understand.
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