All this because I cannot express how I feel.
All this because I fear the fabric of commitment.
All this because I feel the system of life is crushing me.
All of this for Pride?
Where am I? I do not know.
Where is Cupid? The god of relations.
Where are you? In all of this.
Where are your feelings and dreams?
In the end it may all work out.
In the end it could all work out.
In the end it should all work out.
In the end: I hope it works out.
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Submission Name: An Old Fashioned Love Poem
