Master, I’m confused by this gift,

this thing you call life.

‘Cause this gift brings me pain,

great suffering and strife.

As you gave me no comfort,

no place to call home.

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So I sat and I waited,

patiently, all on my own.

When I craved for a companion,

to be nurtured and held,

All I got was ignored

or shunned and dispelled.

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So tell me my creator,

What would you do,

If this was your life

that you had to go through?

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Now there’s one small request,

to you now, I implore;

Master, take out this heart

I want it no-more.