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Dec 2013
Sometimes I wish so dearly
For all the things I didn't get
Sometimes I ache to be loved
From those whom love no one
Sometimes I think about the places
I want to go to when I'm old
Sometimes I wish to see
All the people I love so

I devote myself to things
I knew I'll never consider
I make myself strong
So I don't cry when I don't get what I want
What I want
Is something I'll never know
I wish to know my desires
But, alas, I don't.
The Haywire
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The Haywire
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