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One Way Love

One Way Love

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If you ever see all the pain you've caused me,

I somehow hope I was worth it.

That means at least I, or something I had,

Was of value to you.


If you ever see all the pain you've caused to my dearest,

I hope they were all worth it,

That you at least thought of them,

And truly believed you did it for their good.


When I choose to not include you for the rest of my life,

I hope it wasn't worth it.

That means my initial value was,

Higher than you thought.


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