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It's your fantasy,
To live like this,
Don't go beyond,
All the things you do,
I would love to be,
The one for you,
But I guess there are many more.
You were more to me,
Than you could ever know,
Why do you treat only me like this?
I've really given up,
On all the hope,
That I could be someone special.
Maybe next time,
We maybe friends again,
Only then we'll be better than then.