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I don't want

I don't want to think of You
But you is all I think about
You make me sick of my brain

I don't want to see your face
But your pictures are everywhere
They just stress me out again

I don't want to hear your voice
But they are whispering in my ears
you make me want to be deaf then

I don't want to feel your touch
But they are tickling me all the time
I just want to take the tickling part away

I don't want to smell your perfume
But it's the morning fragrance 
That makes me want to stop breathing in the day

I don't want to touch your things
But they are all over my room
In my room, I don't want to stay

I don't want to dream about you
But, Whenever i put my head to sleep
Your face reaches my dreams through the ray

I just hate that i can't get over you
I just wonder what would it be
If I met you by a chance today?!

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