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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1446052

Solitary love. Lucky are those who do not feel it, the rest just wish they were among them

When the heart she loved did not love her,
She broke down and cried.
When the heart she loved did not love her,
She still stood upright.
When the heart she loved did not love her,
Her tears the wind dried.
But when the heart she loved called her farce,
She fell apart and died.
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