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Heart


I feel what I shouldn’t

I don’t understand why I do this to myself…

You can never be called mine.

All the talks we have

All the jokes we make

The endless late nights on the phone

In the end they mean nothing

You see me as a buddy

A freind

What a joke, my heart hurts

Curse these feelings, 

 I am a friend to you

I know now to shield this heart

To hide

For who would want me

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