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Love Feels Like This

A lonely evening it was, Busy with my own scars Caring not to admire the stars Daring not to put an end to my own wars Endlessly gathering up my courage Frightened was my frail adage Grumpiness climbed up to a high stage How would I ever confess? I know not how I got in this mess Jolly, sure, lovely, sure, but this loneliness Kainotophobia showed up in my cosmos Love, O Love, suffering, misery in all when you are felt Mend me, O Time, mend me and send me a smile Such is what happened when love struck!

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