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Love I have come to learn
That many things dont mean a thing
Love
It is rarely real
Devotion
Is taken for granted
Soul mates
Steal more than they give
Sex
Is often just fucking
I have come to learn
That many things
Dont mean a damn thing to you
Who are you?
Did I ever really know you?
What would I have to do to convince you?
That I love you
That I want you
I could scream of the top of my lungs
And you wouldnt hear me
