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Why
Everytime I look at you,
I think about what we could be.
And that's makes me think ,
About how you'll never love me.
So here I am,
All torn up inside.
I'm happy I'm depressed,
It feels like a rollercoaster ride.
I know we won't be together,
But for some reason I still try.
And I know I'll never be good enough,
Can you just please tell me why?
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