Every night I thought of you, I know it now. The love you shared, true in meaning. With you leading me with the feeling of security, I died inside. Stuck in one place.
No amount of loving is going to save my mood; you don't need to ignore me. If I was thinking, I wouldn't have said anything to you.
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