Blockades
blockade number one
apparently I'm anti-fun
blockade number two
my parents will never let me have you
blockade number three
what if you don't even love me?
blockade number four This love is making my heart sore
will there be anything for you to love left after i withhold feelings
will my heart be thinner then potato peelings
blockade number five
it would seem that I will not be taken live
These are my blockades and many more are here
each one blocking me from you my dear.....
poem by David Knox
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