Maybe (July 15th 2002), by LaLa Leo
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Once more I write to you,
Hoping you don't feel the way I do.
All my dreams won't ever come true,
Even though they're filled with happiness and virtue.
Maybe I'm cursed to the fullest extent,
And my existence wasn't even meant.
Maybe I wasn't meant to love like everyone else.
Maybe I was meant to stay by myself.
Maybe I should separate myself from the world,
And none of my prayers shall ever be heard.
One day when I slowly die,
I doubt even one person would even cry.
No one would even give me a second thought,
Because all of the unhappiness I had sought.
The only person in the world who loves me is me,
And unfortunately, that's how it will be always be.
(Maybe - July 15th 2002)
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Posted: 2009-07-22 20:28:11 UTC |
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