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The Way I Feel
You don't know how bad it feels to hear you talk of someone else. The pain of hearing all the details and just sitting back taking it all in. Then to hear you turn around and say that you love me when I know that that can't be true. The way you've treated me , all the things you've done are all inexcusable. But for some reason I hang on to that tiny shred of hope, wishing and praying that someday you'll be mine. I can't explain how I still love you, I just do. With everything that's happened a normal man would hate you, but my unconditional love for you seems to burn day to day, never flickering, never dying. Why do you treat me the way you do?
