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I loved to be loved
I hated because of my self denial I shared because I thought you'd care I stayed quiet because you didn't I sought acceptance because you showed me none I cried because of the pain I said nothing because I knew you'd ignore it I was scared because you said I was a no one I wanted to run away.... I wanted to die... I wanted to know why you'd treat me this way... I wanted love... But you showed me nothing Except pain and suffering All I wanted was your approval To show that you'd care Is it too much to ask? Too much to show? The love I've so longed for? To feel your arms stretched out to me? Am I not your daughter?! Your own blood? The child you brought into this world? Is love too much to ask of you? Tell me, oh Father Tell me, oh Mother Let the wounds heal In my pain God's forgiveness is near...
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