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Talked about love
And all about pain
This depression in my soul

Talked about hate
About forgiveness
And things I could not forget

There had always been tears
Brought forth by regret
Always fresh, always untimely

Wrote for the hope of searching
The unending quest for another
These people and feelings I wrote for

Yet still, here I am
Same as ever
Or much surely worse

Met so many, so few have stayed
None quite worthy,
None worth the pain

Resigned to fate
Closed to pursuit
Yielded to waiting

I sit here in wait
For an uncertain time
All for destinyÄ
Until fate gives me mine

Wherever you might be
Whenever you're set to begin
Please come find me
I'll be vigilantly waiting