Commiting misstakes

Love is like barbed wire

The rips in my throat

And closes me in a corner

Not like before when there was light

Maybe spring brings better days

It’s my time of year

Let it go

I’m on a train which does not go forward

But what does it matter

What kind of love that is

Is ready to sit in a tree house

Fucking complex shit

Always the same thing

And what if I commit mistakes

The worst thing for other

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