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It feels so good to be
in your arms again.

To stare into your eyes
and feel something,
whatever it is
even if it’s unrequited.

And you ask for just a kiss,
but a kiss is never just a kiss.

As much as I wanted it,
I had to push you away.

I had to walk away
and not turn back
like those times before.

I have to move on
as much as it hurts
to think of how you'll
never love me back.