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I still love you
but unfortunately
I lost my self
in the process
of loving you...
Let me search myself inside your sparkling eyes
for I feel I might be lost there
All the world does
is take.

           Even when I have nothing to give.

I am so worn out and jaded,
that my senses of
compassion
and sincerity
are simply
withering away.

It is sad to admit
that the truth is,

I will be worth so much more
when I am
      dead.
Feeling weird lately.
I don't
     Believe
Anyone is a
    stranger
To hardship.

    But if you are...

Well,
    What a
Horrible
    And  
         Inexperienced
Life
You must
      Live.
I dedicate this to Bukowski.

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