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It makes no sense, you’re barely here,
Why must I want you, when there’s nothing clear?

You give me nothing, no reason to stay,
Yet I’m so afraid you’ll slip away.

I’m scared of losing what I never possessed,
Hopes of us had me addicted, obsessed.

For a love I now see will never be,
Goodnight, beautiful one, I set you free.

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