How can I move on when every strum you made with your guitar takes my breath.
And every gaze you throw send chills in my bones?
All this I-am-moving-on-thing is forgotten with a single smile.
I'm trying so hard to detach myself from you and your world.
But you still are the empty pages in my diary waiting to be filled..
So I came up with a conclusion to love you as much as I want to,
And let my little, stupid, pathetic heart give up on its own.
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