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why.

i ask myself
a hundred times
and a hundred more

why

why

why

why don't you love me
who's left worth living for
cause how we ended
never mattered anymore

if every ending meant
poems
heartbreaks
and a whole new
reason to find words
that rhyme with

goodbyes

and your lies

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