Hope for love

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Where my tears not good enough did my pain not feed u enough did the screams not release your hatred did your fake sentiment fix the wounds you gave me
Love from the roots of the trees, To the tips or their leaves, That's all you ever gave. Happiness from the soles of my shoes, Stretching afar towards Timbuktu, That's all I ever craved.
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