the truth

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We should be together, but you don't want me. You've never wanted me, and you don't look at me or think of me.
You don't even know who I am.
You have no clue that a stupid girl on the other side of the world loves you more than she ever thought she could handle.
You don't care about me, but that won't stop me from writing about you. When I write about you it brings you a little bit closer.

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