There is always something to lose

I met you
and started losing
piece by piece
of myself
of my personality
of my integrity
of my mind.. 
meeting you and losing me...
until there was nothing left to lose.
Then I met you again
and lost some more...
So I've learnt:
there is always something to lose.

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