I am a man without good fortune My heart can be filled with love for a bit but then it goes and my heart lands back in the pit for a while I have something special then it turns to dust my heart to beat without love my soul to remain empty seems to be a must I pray, i wish, I hope. but my words are not heard I feel I am cursed I will continue to pray, to wish, and hope One day my curse will be lifted and my heart and soul will be gifted
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