Unrequited Love
We meet
Three times a week
I'm affraid
You made sick
This is not a flu,
Not a cold
But this is your hand
I wanna hold
That is your lips
I wanna kiss
Don't make me suffer
I beg you, please
Wanna see you every day
Want you to stay
To stay with me, that'll be ok
You said "No way!"
Without you,
I don't know where to hide
But wait... I know one way
To commit the suicide......
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