The obvious.

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She was my angel,

And I- her demons.

How much I wanted her

How much she didn't need me.

To turn a blind eye, and just walk away,

It must have been easier than I thought,

You know, to stop loving me.

I'll be here, though.

Waiting.

For someone who doesn't deserve it.

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