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I get so stuck on how you make me feel

You always give me what everyone wants

The butterflies, the affection, the attention

All the things that I never gave to myself

So I crave it from you

To make me full

At least for that short period of time

And then when you're gone, I'm alone again

Consumed by my thoughts, drowning in my depression

Because I got so stuck on how you made me feel

This poem is about: 
Me

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