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you know I'm fragile,
but you still stepping on
my wounds .

you know I'm hurting,
but you still laugh
at my battle scars .

i fought my wars before
I get to know you ,

so i can prove to you ,
how much this heart,
adore you .

but it's seem worthless
now ,
that my efforts
are not great enough ,
to earn your attention,
to earn your love .

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