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This world made me think I was greedy for love When in reality, it didn’t give me enough of it It starved me of it Who has the real love? For some I can’t see through the murky water For some it is clear as day For some it is locked up deep inside For some it is given too freely Well, who has the real love? Does this world have any of it left? For whatever is left I’ll pay any price for it I’ll give up my my mind, heart, and soul I’ll find every spark of it and be the biggest flame in the world I’ll share it with everyone who knows what to do with it I’ll be the fire no one could put out I’ll watch anything that doesn’t come from love burn away with a smile on my face I’ll be the arsonist that loved
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Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 4:30 PM UTC
The Arsonist that Loved
This world made me think I was greedy for love When in reality, it didn’t give me enough of it It starved me of it Who has the real love? For some I can’t see through the murky water For some it is clear as day For some it is locked up deep inside For some it is given too freely Well, who has the real love? Does this world have any of it left? For whatever is left I’ll pay any price for it I’ll give up my my mind, heart, and soul I’ll find every spark of it and be the biggest flame in the world I’ll share it with everyone who knows what to do with it I’ll be the fire no one could put out I’ll watch anything that doesn’t come from love burn away with a smile on my face I’ll be the arsonist that loved
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Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 4:30 PM UTC
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