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He finds a place to sit and rest, collect his thoughts a bit
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calmly stop, accept the fact that they would never... no, shit,
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Damn the day he looked at her, damn his puerile dreaming
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Damn the nights he slept by her, so innocently seeming
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to promise many more to him, as he so gladly would
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Instead, the fucking nerve, to leave for feeling too damn good?
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What, she wanted love to hurt like hell,
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just so she would fucking play as well?

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