Love Doesn'T Love Me
Love doesn't love me,
my life is proof enough.
Full of pain, heartache, betrayal, and violation.
Love doesn't love me;
my life seems empty,
while others drink of love,
drunk by its pleasant taste yet bitter sting.
I die unwillingly.
Love doesn't love me,
why should I die alone?
What have I done that bears
such weird, wicked punishment
by not being embraced?
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