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No one will love you like I do,
love you like I truly do,
never to be the same again,
memories never to fade away.
I was a virgin to love,
and the making that ensues,
must I choose, I am sure to lose,
lost in your wilderness,
no sense of north or south.
Backtracking through my footprints in the snow,
somewhere along the way,
the pair I was parallel with,
simply swerved to the right.
I have paid for my mistakes, I have paid for my choice,
I am a tree that falls with no one around,
does it even matter if I make a noise?
I am lost in unrequited love,
never to be found.