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There the only hope from the failed dreams that you've had.
I was once lonely, no holiday to share,
but they called me dispare and called my holiday a massacre.
They called it Valentines, a day for love.
Flowers, Cards, and Chocolate doves.
But why is there aswell frowns and sobs,
from people who are as lonely as I was with hearts that were robbed.
A holiday meant to go out with the ones you love and not stick at home...
But what is up with this majority I tend to find alone?
I made a holiday of love, so no one could be as lonely as me...
But it only reminds people of a love that could never be.