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Andrea
Have you hurt me, Till the last? I cannot tell, I feel no pain, And yet each sorrow, Each passing day, I think of the night, The wonderful night, We spent together. They tell me, That you hurt me, That you lied to me, That you liked me. They say, to leave alone, What I persue, My goal. I wish you could just say, That you would best, If I were gone, feel, Or, in inverse, to stay. Gone, It is guidance I seek, And blankness I find. I will leave soon, Time ticks away, But I still want, Dream and wish, For what I believe, We could have been. |
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