Lame ol' love.

I look back at my feelings and wonder,
"How could fall into that hole, love?"
Such a miserable feeling, goes unrewarded, undetermined?

And then I think, well, it wouldn't be so bad,
If only he knew, then it might improve,
He could love me back.

Why am I even thinking this? I know it's not true.

The End

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