The Truth Is,
I still like you, and I doubt you
like me back; I think I'll always
like you, but I'm not sure if you
e v e r liked me at all . I think
about you all the time, and I
don't know when I'll f i n a l l y
move on; I know you don't care
if I like you, and it k i l l s me.
x because that's the thing : x
y o u n e v e r c a r e d.
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