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dear her,
do you still love me?
i wish you would kindly tell me,
as i'm fraying at the seams,
bending on nails just to find out.

dear her,
would you tell me how you feel?
i don't know if you know i love you,
but i'm too scared to ask.
i've loved you for quite some time now,
in more ways than one.

dear her,
could you assist me?
i'm a little lost here.
my doubt's dripping into my head,
and i'm close to crying.
i really do wish you'd love me too.

dear her,
i love you,
and i wish you'd love me too.

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