never.
You loved me
Too much that we couldn't handle it
So much that it kept me up
That it made me cry myself to sleep
I loved you
Too much that I didn't want to anymore
So much that anything you said was a harmony of pain
That I needed a theripist
You messed me uo so bad that
In that summer of that year
I gave up.
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