it doesn’t matter if you love me still,
for I once did too
as long as I do
of feeling nothing at all
or pain, hurt, sorrow
no anguish over what has come to be
in celebration of the random- wandering, wondering, wavering, wasting, whining, wishing...
it doesn’t matter if you love me still,
for I once did too
as long as I do
of feeling nothing at all
or pain, hurt, sorrow
no anguish over what has come to be
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