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Oct 2018
Wasted love.
You know the kind given so freely and unselfishly.
But taken for granted.

Not cared for like a tree that been planted.
It feels unloved.
That what called wasted love?

Something so abundantly in the world to give.
We find many notΒ aware of the blessings before them.
Until the special one has left them.
Another nominee for the wasted love title.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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