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Hold up
boy, it's like you want me to like you.
When I finally think I'm over you, you pull me
Back somehow. It's like, you know that I'm
Trying to let go. And, you want me to hang on,
Then you go and torture me, acting like just a
Friend. Which is all you are anyway, all
you'll
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