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You wanted your own space, so I did back away. I did everything you asked of me. I gave you night and day. I gave you your own pencil, your own seat and books and air. But when you finally looked around, You saw I was not there. Within your own given space, you search for one true love. But your space is your own, it is not mine. You are alone. |
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You wanted your own space, so I left you alone. Now you blame me for the emptiness. What you wanted, you now condone. Everything is yours. I did not bother you. I thought that was what you wanted. You wanted something new. I did everything you wanted, so why am I to blame? This was your own damn fault, it is not mine. Now you want everything to hault. For, you are alone. |
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