Sometimes I wish I could remake myself,
Into a being that was easier to love,
One you could be proud to stand with.
Then I realise that loving you is the reason,
The reason I'm sick,
The reason I'm alone, and most of all,
The reason I wish I could remake myself.
In the end it's probably best you don't love me back.
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Author:
A r l o (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2023 17:12
- Category: Sad
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