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October 24, 2017


I think I might die alone
Not from anger
Or spite
Or jealousy
But because at the very core of me
I'm unlovable

I'm not talking about the love of family
Or friends
Or colleages
But of the kind between lovers
Who know your darkest secrets
And love you despite it

I don't have any dark secrets to hide away
Or a face pretty enough to need to
So I'll abide
While the pretty girls are chased after
And I'm in the background
Alone and forgotten


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