Men are such fascinating creatures.
They either frustrate me or amuse me.
Why every single time they go to such lengths.
When at the end all they want is just one thing.

So why?
To this extent.
It is a cycle.
It will still come to that, no?
Then apologies again.
Infinite cycle.

Every single time it still gets to me.
It is easy for them. No losses.
We're at a disadvantage.
I wonder how everyone would think.
If they just knew.
How disappointed will they be.

I try. I keep trying.
To not let it get to me.
Selective memory really makes sense.
I put it away at the back of my mind.
Block it all out.
As though I'm still untainted.
That's what I'll like to think.

Fuck you.
If you judge me for that.
But damn.
Even I judge myself.
I've let myself down.

Saying it doesn't matter.
I guess that doesn't work.
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