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I don't have all the answers,
I don't think i want them either,
it would take all the fun out of any naivety i have left,
Not much thanks to this cruel world
but there is still innocence there.

I have a free independence but it is caged,
Caged and bound by those who hurt me,
I wonder if i will reach my full potential
before someone nips me in the bud - for good.

So hurt, so broken,
A rock where there was once a throbbing, compassionate heart,
I don't think there is enough glue in this world
to fix me.
Never anything solid, safe or secure,
Just me and that's not much.

I really don't want all the answers,
It would be no fun,
I would just like to know
Why it is me that you hurt?
Sarah