L, is for the way you loathe for me,
O, is how you treat me obssessively,
V, is very, very plain and ordinary,
E, is even more than anyone that I implore to
Leave me now and don't return at all,
please me? Hah, now that;s a joke, no more;
we will never make it,
you took my heart and then misplaced it.
Love is not for me and you.
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