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Rarely have I lived...I am alive… But rarely have I lived. I have eyes… But have never learnt to truly see. I have touch… But feel nothing except the emptiness inside of me. What am I that I have all of this yet…nothing? Such beauty all around me… But all I see are shadows of all that could have been, All that should have been… All that would have been had you loved me… Had I loved you as I should have, Before life left me… As it must have cause… I am alive… But rarely have I lived… Vote for this poem
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