Its the end its the end its the end

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I'm lying to you every night
When I tell you I'm going to sleep
At the end of our calls
I always stay up late
just staring at the walls
Because
I'd rather feel lonely by myself
Than feel lonely with you

I know he loves me but I don't think I love him anymore
that's worse than not being loved at all

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