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We started writing each other as friends not knowing I would catch feelings for a guy who's not in my presence when you needed something and I had it it was yours but somewhere down the road you made my heart sore the things that you said cut like a knife not because you said them but because you were right I stop writing you letters and I avoided all your calls trying to fix another mistake my lonely heart caused falling for someone I knew could not be mine I held on to a vision like a blind person dreams of having sight I can't say it's all your fault because the heart knows what it wants but what I can say is I'm learning how to cope there's not a day I don't think of you and pray that your fine I guess that's just the last piece of my heart that wished you were mine
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