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What was the point?

 

...in you and I

 

do you enjoy all of this?

my pain?

this torture?

 

what was i wrong about

why am i here

you ruined many things for me

trust,

love,

life,

happiness,

 

was this just a game to you?

 

*It's just the worst pain of all

unrequited love*

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