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Mar 2020
Maybe I will never love them as much as they love me.
Where did my love go?
Did I use it up on the ocean, trees and inanimate things?

Maybe I will never care for them as much as they care for me.
Although I want to, my efforts will be futile.
For I need to learn how to care at all, if only just for me.

But if it always ends in heartbreak what's the ******* point?
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Zoe Rain  21
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