It's been dark
It's been ominous
I'm crying on the inside
Forgotten by all
Never have I ever
Been loved.
No not by one
Forever in this cruel world
Fate played me a cold hand
32 years and I still don't understand
What is it about me
That's so unbearable
That I'm not even compatible
I used to say
"Last of dying breed"
And I Spoke it so Eloquently
But how can I be the last
When it already died.
WELCOME TO THE NEW GENERATION OF DATING.
This cruel world said
As mine collapsed.
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