So the story goes
i've been falsely handled by a body who claimed they worshiped, treasured and valued all my loving,
Ain't love something
They treated me as extra baggage
All my kindness, compassion turned into sympathy for someone who neglected my needs, making me feel like im only one which can't be true
Love doesn't matter anymore, when that wasnt in the first place
I wanted to spend my life with someone who didn't want to spend their life with me which now is evident
