Question
I give him my heart, but no heart is given back.
Does he love me or is he just using me like a book.
Waiting for my pages to get old until he can use them and rip them out.
I constantly think about if his feelings will change like the seasons getting hot then cold.
I will keep questioning his love until his heart is shown in front of me.
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