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Your love is like
venom. Poisonous, but pure. Then you throw your personality into reverse and leave me confused and unsure. You talk to me, but you don't. You love me, but you don't. You hate me, but you don't. You admire me, but you don't. You resist with every fibre of your being Then you withdraw What have I done? What have I ever done to feel like the last person on the face of the earth fighting against a cold, crisp wind? I wish that I could really know. |
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