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When Will I Learn by Kristin Ross
When will I learn?
For what does my heart yearn?
How can I tell, if I'm destructing?
Perhaps could it be new constructing?
Fighting hard to obtain my goals.
At the same time plummeting deeper in a hole.
Starting to become a circulatory motion
Yet never catching on to the notion.
I am becoming a paradox within myself.
Slowly decomposing on the back shelf.
When will I see in myself what 'they do?'
Maybe the day my heart becomes true?
How do I break down this wall?
Will I first have to lose it all?
And what will become, of my beloved Song?
All that I've done to him is wrong.
Currently having a million doubts.
Will he be there to stick it out?
I am not capable of expressing vulnerability.
This may be my ultimate disability.
I know I am not being just.
To the one I ultimately trust.
I am trying to struggle against what I feel.
So maybe one day I can begin to heal.
One can only anticipate this takes place.
Otherwise, it will be thrown in my face.
Then another cycle will be complete.
And then again will repeat.
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