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3d
I was born to love,
But love never stayed.
I was born to care,
But my care decayed.

I wanted arms,
I wanted a name —
But silence answered,
And I took the blame.

Now on my deathbed,
the truth won't hide:
I lived unloved,
And unloved, I die.
Written by
Deeksha Raj  18/F
(18/F)   
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