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I asked as to what was wrong.
yet you just stared at me for so long.

I asked what I had done.
You, on the other hand, turned away without any respond.

I'm about to take a step forward.
but I was afraid to see you in someone's arm.

It keeps stabbing me—the unforgotten words,

"Please let me go; I no longer love you."

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