sometimes I think you know. You know how desperately I'm waiting for each moment with you. You know how lonely I get without you. You know I try so hard to break this bond that only hurts me. You know I know you never see me as I see you. And you know I'm still standing in the shadows, hoping that perhaps one day you'll choose me.
And I don't get angry at you for knowing. I get angry at myself, because it doesn't change a thing. I'm still

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