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i treat you as if you are the precious thing in this cruel world,

as a toddler on the tiara,

as the most expensive jewel,

i make you my top priority,

as if everything is not important when you're around,

in return, you treat me as a piece of rag clothes that people despise,

as a fragile glass that just broke,

as a stray cat that limping all over,

you never knew,

that even if you treat me like a garbage,

i still loves you unconditionally.

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