My sweet dark love,
how i loathe you,
but yet how i yearn to hold you,
the pain you've given me,
is more than your love was,
my soul more scarred than my body,
i have yet to even know if you loved me,
but i figure i shall never know,
which adds one more scar to my spirit,
one you will never know you gave..
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