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You're genuinely admirable Like the month of august And  he is nothing but a cold ice in the month of december Can't you see you weren't meant to be? But here you are again, Hoping that everything will change Just like how spring turn into fall Seeds into sprout, Hate into love. You have your faith in you You love him as much as he loves her He never dare to glare at you You just stood at his back waiting Hurting.
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