i thought once, we had a chance,
that our world would come together,
and make me feel the things i felt,
when we made one, back then,
whats the point in love,
that does not touch,
that gives you pain,
that makes you run,
it left me there,
stranded, stranded where no one was,
stranded where the only thing left,
was a small box of emotion,
what good is love...
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