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for no one


Made with no love for myself, no self respect.

No one is going to hold my cold hand when I am bitter.

Always blue, no one wants me, not the Devil or God.

I was made for no one.

I was meant to die alone.

Incompatible for anyone.

I will sleep alone in a queen size bed, no one by my side.

I will take trips to the store by myself, at least I will have spare money for myself.

Holidays spent alone in a dark room with Dean Martin. At least he will sing to me.

All I ever wanted was someone, the holy power did not grant me with that

They will never have that in store for me.

 

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