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I won't beg I can't move on stagnant I never just threw around "I love you" I meant it you had said the same but... where are you then I wouldn't have been perfect I'm broken yes a mental case but I would have listened to you cry about anything like I used to I would have opened doors for you pulled out chairs told you everything you want to know I would have never stop saying I love you but again what does it matter more or less you promised the same difference is I need you but I won't ask anymore