You.

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You.

Just You.

The thought of You makes me smile

Laugh

Crave

I want You.

Only You.

No one else but You.

You're the reason I am here

The reason I have not slipped off of the ledge that is constantly calling my name 

The reason I live

The thought of You hurting makes me hurt

The thought of myself not being able to do anything

I know that if I try, it is not good enough

I am not good enough.

You deserve someone that will pick you up when you fall and not run away in fear of your hate 

The fear of you leaving swells up inside of me 

I do not know what to do 

I love You.

But I know it will never last

Just know there has always been one on my mind

You.





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