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Why does all of this haunt me so? These dreams I have when will they come true? I need to know, If patience is a virtue and love is blind, Then why do I want this which is so unkind? Perhaps it is true and I cannot see, The good fortune presented before me, Am I not worthy? My life is a scattered thought like a montage, Could it be that I induce this...self sabotage? |
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