Dearest love,
Think not of me fondly,
For I am the worst of all sinners.
Someday, you will be loved
In a way that is as pure and true
As you love me.
Fear not, dearest love,
Think not of me.
For I am the lie that keeps you lost.
My heart does not ache for you
But pines for the trouble I've caused.
So, dearest love, think not of me.
Dry your eyes, dearest love,
Your pain is wasted on me.
I cannot feel the same as you.
Tory Rocher Community Member 
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