Why do we give ourselves to love to just have it taken away?
Why must I sit here and can't think?
It's because of you, isn't it?
It's you that keeps me up late at night without a wince of sleep
And yet,
It's a good feeling
To know that there is someone who loves you like there is nothing else
It's you and I thank you for it
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