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Everytime you hurt me, I touch my heart.
I don't know why I am doing it.
I think I just want to make sure that it's still there beating.
Beating for you.

I don't even know if I'm sad.
I got so used to the pain.

You are searching for someone who is infront of you.

Stop searching.
Give me a chance.

If you still can't see me,
understand if I ever chose to go.
And please don't blame me.
You will never know how long I've been trying to hold on.

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