No one told me I had to ask to be loved.
I expected it to grow organically, to bloom with care and nurture.
For I do not believe it is love, if I have to beg to be heard.
No one told me I had to ask to be loved.
I expected it to grow organically, to bloom with care and nurture.
For I do not believe it is love, if I have to beg to be heard.
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