Our love cycle

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After wishing,
And wishing that you'd come back,
That you could love me again,
It happens.
You say you love me again,
It happens.
You say that you miss me,
You love me,
I'm beautiful.
And I want to believe you so bad.
But for some reason it doesn't seem true.
And even though I say I'm not going back, I really do love you

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