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Self Loveless
Days abashed and washed
Surrendering further to the depths
Gulps of my own selfishness
Oceans vast with a man of "ifs"
Your love merely as my bouyancy
Another slip under holding breaths
I take and take, over and over again
But to you, drowning is the irony
For that love returned, I can never give
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