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My life again, has no meaning.

Brief moments of happiness,

thrown to their feeding.

"They" would be the happy ones,

always laughing, kissing and having so much fun.

I am not one of "them",

that's plain to see;

But just why will reamin a mystery.

I have not been "chosen", "blessed" or "lucky",

and someone always throws away my key,

To all the doors where true love hides,

so in a cold world is where I reside;

To forever regret things left undone,

heart strings fluttering, never to be spun.