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Unloved.

March 20, 2008

I wanted to be cloistered

I hate sleaze

People keep on hurting my fragile heart

 

I wanted to be mended

I am unloved

But thanks to the people who appreciates my worth

 

My heart continuously bleeds

Longing for someone who truly cares

This thirsty and dying hope

Where is LOVE?

 

Others are so frivolous

Yet I am also worthless

Inside of me I’m crying

Dreaming of an impeccable love

 

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