You know,
     there was once this
          sweet, sweet
                boy,
                     who I am forbidden to love.

He wrote me a poem
     and stole my heart.

Now, whenever I feel sad,
     I reread it,
          and remember what it felt like
                                   to be loved.
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I wonder when it will stop working it's magic and I'll finally let go of the memory of what it felt like... why I should still be here...