To My Ex; I Still Do

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A piece of me left every time U left,
And now not much of me is left,
And every time I begged when U broke up it wasn't always Cos U were right,
It was cos I couldn't think, breathe, eat, sleep -hell LIVE right,
I cried a sea full of tears,
And my heart's shattered and full tears,
But in all these three years of pain and blue?
I STILL love you

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