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An Ode to Love
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Angsty Teen Years I fought for your existence.
I tried to get them to see you.
Now I'm beginning to think they are right,
That you're not real.
You were just made up to give people a strand of hope.
To make them fell worthful.
But all you've given me was pain.
I'm sick of fighting for you.
I'm sick of trying to convince them to believe in something,
That I don’t know if I believe in.
