"I'm tired of falling in love with people that will never love me back.
I wish I can be loved
But I will never happen for someone like me.
People like don't get to be happy till the end.
I know, I will never be loved.
That's my reality.
I'm always hiding my sadness behind lies.
Even myself, is just a bigger lie."
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Memories of a Distant Past
Poetrymem·o·ry ˈmem(ə)rē/ something remembered from the past; a recollection. "one of my earliest memories is of sitting on his knee"
