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Love will always be an elusive dream, And I know that I will never find it. I will silently continue to scream But I know I will never admit it. My past wishes release from my torment. This one ultimate wish, I cannot grant. My heart has remained untouched and dormant "But that is no ones fault but mine," I chant. Love knocks against my heart, then moves on by, "I never expect different," I say. So, I ask myself, why do I still cry? The answer is clear, yet it seems cliche. This knowledge all can see is no fable. Is my 'A' not enough of a label?