Love vs lust
Did you really love me or did you love the idea of me
Did you love the me that the world couldn’t see
Or did you love the work I did
Not even regarding the love my heart hid
The labor, the fight
Trying to give your dark soul some light
Guess it’s true what they say
The laborers never get to enjoy the work they slaved
Or maybe is it that they never get to walk on the road they paved
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