I am waves of millions of things
I don't blame you for not loving me
I cannot become specific
And yet I am just a woman
Maybe it was never my destiny to be loved back
Perhaps it is impossible
Perhaps being alive in this rotten age makes it even more impossible to dream
I will die a romantic
A romantic loner
If it is any consolation to this life I came to live
I really did love you
But it's irrelevant, you see
It produces no numbers
Love
Is not always enough
Is it...
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