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Why do I love you so?




  Why do I love you so?

Despite feeling so hurt in your love...

Is it really worth the cost of pain?

To my heart, and the way I feel drained?


My heart's stuck in the abyss, 

Yet I'm still loving what I miss...

Why must I crave for your loving touch? 

When mere asking of it is said to be too much!!!


Why do I love you so?

When I get so hurt in your love?

There's no solace that I can feel, 

As I'm falling into a quicksand of your love,

not knowing when I'll heal...








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