cover me with love.
I'm blessed.
you are dead.
I know nothing of real pain,
I'm a child and I am spoiled.
I hate myself for my complaints,
I'm pathetic and I'm bored.
I cry simply at the thought.
I crumble at the sight.
I have never been in love,
I pretend to care.
convince myself that it's enough,
I was never there.
I am hiding in the dust,
sweep me underneath the chair.
I have never been in love.
I keep on giving up."
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