More and more i begin to love you people start to shatter it I dont know
what they think but i know one thing im not leaving you.
More I think about you then all i do is write this poetry then people ask me
why?
More I think about what other people think then the more we grow apart.
More and more i start to love you the more i start to cry because the more i
think the more we grow apart.
 
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