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Nov 2018
I love you.
You know that.
I'll fight for you.
You hate that.
I'll die for you.
You're scared of that.
All the things I would do for you are getting me nowhere.
It's not your intention,
but you are tearing me apart.
The distance I would go for you is dangerous and could quite possibly lead to my death...
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