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You told me you love my long hair, 

so I cut it short. 

You told me you love my bare face,

so I put make up on.

You told me you love it when I ask a lot of questions, 

so I became quiet. 

I became everything that you don't like so it's not hard for you to forget me when I no longer exist in your life. 



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