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I remember seeing you walk into a room,

And I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

I'd never believed in perfection until I saw you,

As I lay here and remember thinking I'd die if I didn't have you.

And I loved you.

I loved you so much.

I always ask you why you did what you did,

Feeling that since I loved you too much that you could treat me as you pleased and I'd never let you go.

I should hate you.

I should hate you for making my cry that much,

And for taking everything away.

But, I really should hate myself,

Because I know you only took everything because I gave it to you.

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