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i want to confess,

i want to be there when you're sad,

i don't want to worry about the consequences of me liking you,

but,

why i can't do it?

it's like fate is pulling us miles away,

keeping you unreachable for me,

the whole universe against us forever,

still this is me,

a person that will never give up to gain your love.

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