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All I ever did was love you,
but why can't you do the same?
why do you keep on pointing
out that I'm the only one to blame?

I gave you my everything.
My body, my heart, my soul,
my love--
everything that I could offer.

But was it just a game for you, love?
Or in the first place, you never
considered me as your lover.

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