Listening
Listening
Why must I feel angst?
I hate to love,
You,
Of all people,
I don't miss you though,
Only when I listen to my heart,
Screaming at me,
To find you.

Listening
Why must I feel angst?
I hate to love,
You,
Of all people,
I don't miss you though,
Only when I listen to my heart,
Screaming at me,
To find you.
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