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The worst part is, I learned too late how to love someone. Though I knew all…

The worst part is, I learned too late how to love someone.
Though I knew all along I was born to hate this world,
and watch everything I fought for come undone.
I only tried to walk straight on a road that curled.

For I was never brave enough to love without hesitation.
How could I trust you enough to go where you called me to come?
Then suddenly I saw I had never known my destination—
I had never walked at all; all this time, I only crawled on.