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‘I’ve never been loved like that’.
I’ve heard that before, somewhere.
A refrain after every disappointed verse,
You loved me. Does that make it better or worse?

‘You’re a lesson I needed to learn’.
The well-worn silver lining of mine,
That will not keep me warm as I walk all alone
Through the storm I have summoned to never get home.