Unconditional love, it's all I can give.
Not once this year, did you think of me.
Reeling from the pain, I still want to give.
Everything you say has become a bold face lie.
Quickly, I packed your things,
Unwilling to suffer for you anymore;
I am not Jesus.
To the fates, I hand you, older and more wicked.
Eventually you will learn and heal.
Do you love you?
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