Treated

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Validation

I'm starting to get tired,
I'm starting to get weary,
I can't keep up this act;
My eyes are getting teary.

Looking back at our sweet good nights,
Hearing those sweet I love yous;
All of these I just seem to have wasted,
Like all of me has come to lose,

Waiting for that one reply;
Listening to the gloomy end,
How will I play stupid?
Why won't you tell me if I'm just a friend?

By Switch and RSexci

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