And yeah,

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Sometimes I just sit online, staring at your name, waiting for you to talk to me,

though I know you won't,

since I always start the conversation.

And yes,

sometimes I think about you at night,

wondering if I even cross your mind once,

but I know I don't.

And of course,

I'm starting to think that there's no point,

cause there isn't.

There's no reason why I should keep waiting, 

so I won't. 

I know now that we're not meant to be,

because in the end, I finally figured out,

there is no 'we.'

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