and never will.
you just can't
get the words out of your mouth
and utter them.
and yet there you
are standing at the altar
saying, i do.
what's wrong with you?
who dropped you on your head
when little.
who didn't give you enough
love and attention
after you were born.
i blame all on those formative
years.
it can't be my fault,
can it?
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