We do not love for the benefit of others,
But for our own sake
We cannot see in a world of others
We keep to our own sake
And in all the angsty words of tongue and pen
I need for me
I need for me
I need for me.
The saddest are it might have been.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Posted by Charmaine Gray at 7:06 PM
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