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I think about you every day,

but I know I'm just wasting my time,

because we will never see each other

again; you made sure of that 

I cant love again, because I know I'll

just die again; the pain that has accumulated

is already too much to bear; it would be insane

for me to commit suicide again,

There is no incentive for me to find love that

does not exist; I know the truth and it is that 

I am alone and thats the way I'm going to die,

I have no illusions of being happy,

I will always feel sad,

because there is nothing here for me

to feel better,