No one has ever loved me enough to write poetry about the past. I must be there for myself, writing poetry for everything no one would ever think about in memoriam. It hurts.

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No one has ever loved me enough to write poetry about the past. I must be there for myself, writing poetry for everything no one would ever think about in memoriam. It hurts.

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