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if there's no love for me, I must move on.
if I have to return your heart, I should let go.

where did the love wander;
(maybe the love turned shape into jealously or curiosity or even worse- the love moved away and built home in another person's heart) it can't be

you are my home
I don't want to let go

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I feel so oddly lonely.

I don't like it.

And I also can't believe it's making me kind of... negative.

It makes me want... ugh, love...

?!