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Unrequited

Your love is like a withered flower:
It once held beauty, nature’s own,
But now that love has lost its power,
The flower that before had grown

With such strength grows no more; Alone
I wait for com­fort, but in vain -
The seeds of hatred have been sown,
The facts are laid out, cold and plain:

I’ll live my life from now in pain.
I don’t have you. You don’t need me.
The only res­pite from this train
Of thought is that some day you’ll see,

You’ll know how vast the empty space,
My heart, that used to be your place.

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