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God, you mean so much to me
I really love you
But how am I sure that you feel the same way
You say that you do, but how do I believe it
How do I know that what you're saying is true
I want you to see what you mean to me
But how can I if I barely get to talk to you
I feel like you have my heart right there in your hands
But it's like you don't care that you get to hold it
You have it sitting in your pocket wondering what to do
You look at it and wonder if you actually want it
You don't try to talk to me when you can
You seem like you don't care
I just want you to love me like I love you
Don't force yourself to care about me or like me
I want you to like me for me
I don't want to have to let you go
Please don't be the one who rips my heart out once again
You should be the one to put it back together
You are you and I am me
But you... you are a part of me
Posted: 2016-09-16 17:05:54 UTC

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