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i could hurt myself daily
but will you be here, stitching my wounds?

i could watch you walk away everyday
but will you promise to be back in my arms?

i could die a million times
but will you tell me you love me in my funeral?

i usually tell myself i love her,
pretending that it's you telling me those words,

what have you done?
loving and hurting were never in my plan.

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