
The more I walk away from you
the more you want me.
The lesser I see you,
the more We crave to be.
I stay and I hate;
I don't love
but you want me.
I stick around and cry
You hold Us and smile.
Its destiny,
no I guess its irony.
I don't love you
but I need you.
You don't need me
But you want me.
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