I really don't think I should be here anymore,
because what is life without you?
But I remain here,
because I still have slight hope for you and me.
And I guess it's what you would've wanted,
if you loved me back.

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Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poesíapoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...