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Alone in the library, Ryan writes various poems...
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| Depression runs deep in the veins of the lonely, for their feelings go unfelt and their dreams unfulfilled... | |
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| She'll never know the truth, or have this love within her heart, for these feelings are unrequited, and it only tears me apart... | |
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| And I'm going to be happy for her, even if it means being miserable... | |
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