It does not matter,
that you do not love me,
for I love myself.
It does not matter
that you play games,
for I see your true self.
It does not matter that
you have another.
I knew that all along.
It does not matter now,
its too late,
all the feelings have gone.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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