Let me love you || Harry Styles
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I should have known that you were lying when you said you love me No! You don't love me. You just want me so that you're not alone. You don't need me and you should know that there's a big difference between needing something and wanting something. If you want me than you need to work hard to keep me in your life. I don't want to be with someone who doesn't make an effort to be in my life. If you love me then show it. I can't be with someone who only pretends to be in love with me. When you finally realize that you truly love
me, then only come back to me because I love you and l want you in my life and I thought you reciprocated the same feeling. But I won't give you another chance if you don't love me.
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