I've done a search in such a way.

Pick up something I call a future happiness candidate.

But, in fact, all happiness becomes false. Just yawning. Makes me go back to me who is just me. Alone.

Until finally you come without searching. I found every step I wavered, willing to accompany. I looked at every second of my rag, you convinced me.
About; there is still a good Love for me. About that you're probably no better than him. But you will.

I did not ask, but you gave so much.
In the past, I desperately gave everything, while his neglect was on my side.

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