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Abomination repeated when I find myself foolish of rejection.
To where your very own characteristics betray you and I to that last pressure point bleed of self trust.
When excitement of equation and mishap nonetheless help you through.
Forgive me of admitting to you.
Never will it happen again, no need to worry.
For once nostalgia will fall for you, you won't ever forget of me,
I was the only one who knew your heart.
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