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I think this is where I stop... |
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not because I stopped caring, |
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but because I know I'm not |
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wanted the same way. |
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I won't text you first, won't |
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find reasons just to talk |
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to you again. |
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Not because I don't miss you... |
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but because I'm tired of |
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feeling like a disturbance. |
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So I'll step back, quietly-take |
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all my feelings with me. |
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And maybe you won't even |
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notice... |
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but at least now, I'm no |
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longer forcing my presence |
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where it isn't valued. |