Love over comes everything,
But what are you to do when you do not receive it.
I am slave of my past inequities,
Locked away until Love comes and rescues me.
Anxiety and loneliness are my shadows, blocking the warmth of the sun,
Ready to pounce when the time is right.
What am I to do?
Wait for love to set me free.
But that can be an eternity.
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