Why in the mist of life,truth is soon displayed? Sometimes in anger. Like a knife,In the back of the betrayed.
You ask,"what makes me so special?" only the fact you recognized I am. For I gave without asking for anything in return. You constantly looking for my plan. But only for respect did I yearn. Far from worldly concerns.
To be treated worse than those who didn't do as much for you. Those who only came for what they could get. Lust is all that was true. Yet heer I am and there you sit.
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