... then we go.
And let you go.
Because your ego is too much for me to go with.
But I love you;
Do I?
Why am I unsure of something like love?
Because you don't want me when I want you to be with me,
but an Ego is e-gad, disgusting.
You aren't my friend,
you are a beautiful mistake.
They call that shit relationships.
I hate that I can't go,
because I'll be here as long as you pretend to love me.
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