Lost Love

No matter how much I try,
I've failed to succeed.
Every word I have spoken,
is constantly breaking me.
Ripping at my heart,
tearing at my soul. 
I've told myself this is better,
you won't get hurt this way.
But who am I to know,
what is right?

This poem is about: 
Me

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