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Maybe to choose was harder than the fall
Because her love was given to many
And his was showed to none,
And hers was gifted to those in wanting
But in return she truly was given nothing:
Though loving was a blessing on it's own
Letting out her fears was worst of all
And showing her heart to all and any
Was like becoming someone whose love was wrong
Never showed care by the multitude and many.
Maybe choosing was harder than the fall
Being unwanted in the eyes of many
And being precious in the sight of none
And finding only his love was wanting
Before everyone around thought that she was nothing:
They never cared, she was not one of their own
Loving was a feeling she had never felt at all
And he came along and gave to her what he never gave to any
Wanting his heart felt like her life lived to that point was wrong,
Now she decides to never let him go but long ago she left the many.
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