i wouldn't know,
wouldn't know what it's like to love and be loved
because i understand everything and yet nothing at all
they think they know what it's like,
but alas! they don't,
to have a home without a home
i wish i did not feel this way, wish i could erase it all and start anew,
oh! how i long to live for the hope of it all,
but alas! i can't
how i wish i could,
but i wouldn't know
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secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
