Poetry
Love
Love
A useless feeling
That to most feels like wormth
But to me it's a putrid feeling Love
A million knives to my heart
A race not worth running
A life not worth living
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Love
A useless feeling
That to most feels like wormth
But to me it's a putrid feeling Love
A million knives to my heart
A race not worth running
A life not worth living