At first, you told me that you loved me, you then told me that you did not care, why is it oh so hard to make up youre mind, do you love me or do you not, that is my question, you stare, i glare, i wonder, i wait, i wake with one wish, to see you smile not brake, for there is no place in my heart that is not filled by you, so why must you hate when together we bind such fate.
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