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some kind of pathetic it is
to still be in love with you
to still miss you
to still wish you cared
to still let you use me
to still allow you to hurt me
to still want you
to still cry for you
to still hurt for you
to still care for you
to still pray for you
to still wonder about you
to still dream about you
to still worry for you
to still crave good things for you
to still think about you
to still smile about you
to still remember the good you
to still believe it's all my fault
to still be stuck in this heartache.

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