hear me now as I come and crawl
into your womb to seek and to hide,
to hide from commotions
to seek for your comfort.
Dear Diary of a loser soul,
Does loving requires one to get hurt?
If loving is as sweet and as cruel as this,
I'd rather not feel it and refuse love's kiss
In my heart; like a lover's call.
Dear Diary of my loser soul,
Find a way to surmise this fall.
Would this be the one
I've been waiting for?
Or would this be something
That I have to endure?
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