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Words aren't spoken Pain piercing me inside Is regret real? Or is it really a way of learning? I wish I can do more I wish to give you more But all I can give now is my heart I hope you'll see that I love you too much And it pains me to even say that For I don't know if I am really capable of that What is the boundary of loving and selfishness? Someday, we'll make sense of these For now, let us live on and be happy no matter what
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
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Words aren't spoken Pain piercing me inside Is regret real? Or is it really a way of learning? I wish I can do more I wish to give you more But all I can give now is my heart I hope you'll see that I love you too much And it pains me to even say that For I don't know if I am really capable of that What is the boundary of loving and selfishness? Someday, we'll make sense of these For now, let us live on and be happy no matter what
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
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