I've been waiting for too long
To hear your laughter, sigh, a word.
I want to share with you my thought
About my life and all this dirt.
I wanted you to be my sword
But you have left me, you'd been bored.
And I was crying. And I burned.
But you were nothing than my prob.
I hate you the same way I loved.
Someone in your life should've taught
You to be the man. Not smart,
Not even funny. Only kind.
I won't miss you. Yes, I'll not.
But now I want to be just heard.
Lastly, hear my only thought.
You are the one I truly loved.
I loved
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