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Jan 2015
You are not mine,
But sometimes
I pretend
That you wish you were.

I create this idea
That you secretly
Want me.

And I often forget
It's just something
I've made up.

You do not want me,
And you are not mine.
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
(Arkham Asylum)   
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