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A poem about needing love and not having it. |
| If love is not meant for me, bury me now so that I can be free. If I were not made to love some one and for some one to love me, bury me now so that I can be free. Was I made to wander alone, empty, wanting, and in need? Bury me now so that I can be free. For I am chained and bound by a desire that I cannot feed. The desire to love and be loved; to know that I matter, to somebody. So bury me now and set me free. Unchain me. Unbind me. Let me be free. |