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Love

All I ever strove for was peace,
Yet all I knew was dis-ease.

All I ever wanted to do was love,
Yet the doors seemed to be closed from above.

All I wanted to do was embrace,
Yet anger gathered its pace.

All I ever wanted to do was to sit beside,
I never knew all along you are inside.

 

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