I ask myself if I'm hollow
If I can't handle your intellect
Wheter my words are shallow
And wheter I'm not interesting enough
But in the end I owe you nothing.
You should choose me for who I am.
We will decide for one another
If not, you'll find someone with your sense
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words on suffering
Poetrymaybe we are more than broken hearts and untold lies 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍
intellect
I ask myself if I'm hollow
If I can't handle your intellect
Wheter my words are shallow
And wheter I'm not interesting enough
But in the end I owe you nothing.
You should choose me for who I am.
We will decide for one another
If not, you'll find someone with your sense