Odd, that, such hope
Had I no mind of my own?
What worldly thing could help me cope
How madly I did hope to not be alone
Alone is all I've ever been
somewhat detached from the crowd
Unwelcome, enamored, and with hate within
Only feeling love when I am allowed
But uplifted, you made me
And filled with said hope, pale
I was unable to see
My destiny is always to fail
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