my bad.

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I gave every bit of my heart to you,

without thinking twice about sparing any for myself.

I gave both of my hands for you,

with hopes that you would always be there to keep me warm.

From there, I kept giving you my possessions,

until it reached the breaking point,

where I gave you my whole life,

with no expectations that you would ruin it,

like this.

My bad.

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