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Another Poem

I love you, I hate you
I sort of wanna date you.
Make a wish, make a star
What makes you who you are?
If I say that I might,
Take a step towards a fight,
Standing in a crowded street,
People running all around,
To get away from this empty town.
Some may say, some may cry
Even if they won’t die.
Hearing nothing, hearing all
I will never make a fall.





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