....

I sit here in silent pain
Crying and dying inside
I know you don't love me
And yet with you I want to be

I sit in the dark
Too afraid to stand in the light
Afraid to see the flaws that you so often see in me
And yet with you I want to be

A flower dies when you don't give it any water
I died because you didn't give me any love, any romance
I died because you didn't care

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