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It's almost two months
Since I felt your glance
Don't wanna miss you
But you still feel new
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Can't help, inside, you grew
I pretend to hate
But It's too late
Even though we can't be together
I won't be thinking about you forever
But, If you are lonely
I will always be waiting willingly
Sure, I know it is ironic
But all my denials are sarcastic
You always turned a blind eye
Don't care, I'll just let it fly
Can't force the rules of reality
Accepting till my hearts ruptures
I know it won't fade quickly
But I hope I can find an erasure
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