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You.

You lift me up while im down,
you take my emotions and throw them around,
Sometimes i love you, others i hate,
and question if we brought together by fate.

I tell you your prefect in every way,
But i swore i'd never tell you what you'll hear today,
I want you to know that, ill always feel the same,
and I've always felt this way ever since you came,

You came into my life and tore me to tears,
and i suspect it to stay like this for many more years,
Though I've had the chance to stop this, i wouldn't try,
because theres time i adore you, but times when i cry,

I know that we cant be what my dreams have led me to believe
and i know that id be heartbroken if you gave up on me,
I know that we'd rot away, like an apple from a tree,
and, sadly, these are my reasons, why we can never be.

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