I have not written 'cause I feel tired and blue. I am confused, struggling with my feelings, searching for a reason to stay while I try to let you go, to get away from this.
I have no reason to love you but this love. I have no reason to let you go but the fact that you don't love me.
And, still, I keep on holding to this nothing, 'cause for some time it has meant my everything...
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