You think of me as strong when I am weak. you think of me weak when I'm strong.
You may not know even I call myself a fool and maybe so, in time I will know, for letting myself be pulled where my heart whats to go.
the way I feel for you hasn't crest but for so long I've felt this tear at my chest I want to rest, but because I've seen what you can't, I can give no less .
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