Why do I do it?
I ask myself once again.
I was born to love,
alas, I was born,
to a world, so starved, so cold,
my heart is unique,
destined for searching,
seeking but never finding,
until it’s over.
Why do I do it?
I ask myself once again.
I was born to love,
alas, I was born,
to a world, so starved, so cold,
my heart is unique,
destined for searching,
seeking but never finding,
until it’s over.
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