How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me
_ pablo neruda.

Sometimes I wonder how
Was it me or was it all you
You did’nt have to still you must
Whatever you wanted you had to have
Love stood silent ignominy suffered
Wanting needing ignored ,just getting
Bit by bit the soul accustomed
Recieving nothing giving all to
Was it all you or was there some me.

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