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For the last time, look me in the eye,
And admit you never felt the same way for me like I do for you.
For the last time, hold my hand,
And tell me that you're not gonna miss this feeling of warmth.
For the last time, kiss me,
And say that your heart does not race uncontrollably like mine.
For the last time, embrace me,
And confess you do not feel complete anymore.
For the last time, give me a chance,
And let me prove how imperfectly perfect together we are.
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Rambling of an Introvert
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