You.

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I could've swore I promised to stop thinking about you.
So why am I still thinking of you.
Longing for you, missing you.
I never stop talking about you.
My friends are sick and of tired it.
But do I look like I give a shit?
I'm hopelessly devoted,
I can't sugar-coat it,
Cause all I care about is you.
I push down the gushy feelings
I try to ignore them
But then you show up and it all comes flooding back in.
It's a curse not a privilege.
I said I would never fall again
But of course I did.
And it's all be cause of ███.

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